He tensed a little as the bag dropped, but this was no longer a battlefield and nothing exploded. Nor did she reach for a weapon. The way she was speaking to him didn't feel like she was techniquing him. She just continued to read as sincere. Either she was one of the most talented liars he'd ever spoken to, or she was sincere. He found the prospect of her lying to him unlikely, just because he was so little of a threat or any importance right now. Why would she bother?
And the way she was looking at him, speaking to him… he wasn't sure he had in him to resist or reject right now… being treated as an ally. (Or a friend.)
And then what she said—
Cassian sank back against the tree, let himself slump and slide down until he was sitting on the ground. His vision actually blacked out for a moment. In a way that wasn't just the concussion.
(Save the Rebellion - save the dream We cannot in good conscience risk entire worlds for our cause We joined an Alliance, not a suicide pact I can't, I'm not hooked in to the communications tower)
He closed his eyes and worked on getting the planet to stop spinning out from under him.
Sefla. Melshi. Basteren. Calfor. Eskro. Farsin. Jav. Pao. Rostok. Stordan.
Rook. Malbus. Îmwe.
He wondered if there was anyone left, back there—back then, whatever—who knew exactly what names were on that list.
(I do. Someone's out there.)
Erso.
He wondered if any of them had survived.
(Closing the vault door now. Goodbye)
Kaytoo.
(I'm sorry. I loved you. I'm sorry.)
But it had worked.
Cassian opened his eyes, was rewarded with the absence of double-vision, and looked up at… Rey.
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And the way she was looking at him, speaking to him… he wasn't sure he had in him to resist or reject right now… being treated as an ally. (Or a friend.)
And then what she said—
Cassian sank back against the tree, let himself slump and slide down until he was sitting on the ground. His vision actually blacked out for a moment. In a way that wasn't just the concussion.
(Save the Rebellion - save the dream
We cannot in good conscience risk entire worlds for our cause
We joined an Alliance, not a suicide pact
I can't, I'm not hooked in to the communications tower)
He closed his eyes and worked on getting the planet to stop spinning out from under him.
Sefla. Melshi. Basteren. Calfor. Eskro. Farsin. Jav. Pao. Rostok. Stordan.
Rook. Malbus. Îmwe.
He wondered if there was anyone left, back there—back then, whatever—who knew exactly what names were on that list.
(I do. Someone's out there.)
Erso.
He wondered if any of them had survived.
(Closing the vault door now. Goodbye)
Kaytoo.
(I'm sorry. I loved you. I'm sorry.)
But it had worked.
Cassian opened his eyes, was rewarded with the absence of double-vision, and looked up at… Rey.
"Thank you," was all he could say.