𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚢𝚗 : 𝐰𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. some he remembered now — 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚔, who’d made all this possible and been rewarded with death — but most, to cassian’s shame, he couldn’t bring to mind. he’d bartered his ideals and the lives of others away, one by one, to find a victory that would make it all worthwhile. yet as he watched the pulsing lights of the turbolift he felt keenly that neither victory nor defeat would change the terrible things in his past. jyn couldn’t give him what he’d come for. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.












