I love Rogue One and I support the idea of Jyn and Cassian being in love on a purely conceptual basis (as in, I think they’re a good match), but I don’t on a story basis.
Jyn and Cassian definitely trusted each other deeply by the end of the movie. As they died, they found comfort in one another and the fact that they loved each other—because I think they did definitely love each other. But they weren’t in love, because they didn’t have the time for that. It’s part of what makes the end of Rogue One so devastating: they are providing others with hope by putting themselves on a path of hopelessness; giving the galaxy a future by sacrificing their own.
Jyn and Cassian may have had a future where they fell in love and stood by each other’s sides, where they had adventures and quiet moments together, but they gave up that opportunity so that others would be able to have futures of their own. The Death Star firing on the planet didn’t only kill them, it destroyed the things that might have been. And, I think, as Jyn and Cassian watch the wave of destruction roll toward them, they’re aware of that; they’re considering all of the things that will never be, and they’re mourning them; mourning themselves and each other and what they might have been together.
Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor might have been in love, someday, but they weren’t, because they didn’t have the chance.
That, to me, is so horrifically tragic: a doomed love story, not the kind where love leads to death or despair, but the kind where death and despair prevent the love from blooming.
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