She doesn't look angry, but perhaps that would have been better than the miserable, despairing look at floods her face. She'd wished for him to come back, to come back for her, to find her again and they could start over. But then it was too long, too late, and she knew he wasn't coming back for her, he'd finally had enough and it destroyed her.

Seeming to realize she'd bared everything for a moment, Jyn forces her expression into brittle neutrality.

"I don't deserve it, but I forgive you. I had long ago." She'd thought it would be better, without her, maybe he could be better without her so she hadn't begrudged his choice to leave her, not after a while. After a while she started thinking it was probably a smart idea for him. She was reckless and undisciplined, facts Draven had flung at her when they'd first taken her from Wobani, facts she had proudly wore like armour. It was better, for Cassian, she's sure, without that influence. He could be better, do better, without her.

He'd made the right choice. Jyn's heart had simply been another casualty of this war.