"Then you don't do it anymore." It's that easy to Jyn. She kisses his head, murmuring against hair.

"Spies... you don't last very long and you've been doing this longer than anyone. You can do something else and still help and support the rebellion. You don't have to kill yourself for this fight." The hand not smoothing through his hair, rubs circles against his back, fingers drawing absent designs as she goes.

"You have so much to offer, you can do a different job and anyone would be so grateful to have you working with them."