"That was sort of my thinking," Jyn admits, glancing over at him, still visibly self-conscious and a little unsure of her own decision. Maybe she's acted too hastily, maybe all of this is a mistake, maybe Lincoln is giving her far too much credit, maybe, maybe, maybe. There's an endless list of ways to second-guess this, things she's been cycling through since Lincoln first presented her with the idea a few hours ago. Even having agreed when they were together, she's not convinced that she's made the right call. All she can really do now is hope that voicing some of those insecurities helps. Cassian may have more confidence in her than she deserves, but he wouldn't lie about something like this. She trusts that, just like she trusts that he knows her better than anyone else, flaws and shortcomings and all. "I... I sort of like the idea of that. Of giving them what I never got to have."

Saw was the closest thing she had to a parent for a significant portion of her life. She thinks he really did care about her, too — enough to call her his daughter and treat her as such, the best way he knew how. The skills he taught her were invaluable. They also determined the course of her own life for her. Left on her own as a teenager, having never learned anything except how to fight, what else was she supposed to do?

What else could she possibly do now, let alone pass on to someone else?

She takes a breath, and then a bite of her chicken, smiling just a little when she does. "This is really good, Cassian," she adds, not so offhand that it won't seem sincere. "But do you really think I could manage that? Because I'm not so sure."