Jyn has left behind a lot of places in her life, usually without so much as a second thought or a glance backwards. Not since she fled Lah'mu as a child has it felt as difficult as this, though. Part of her keeps thinking that something is wrong, that there's some mistake, that Cassian will turn up just in time to stop her from leaving. She knows that isn't true, though. Lincoln wouldn't have told her if he weren't sure; he wouldn't be that cruel. The house seems empty, anyway, quiet and abandoned and unwelcoming, nowhere she'd be comfortable spending a moment longer than necessary.

As they walk away, she steels herself, determinedly not looking back over her shoulder at the place she had, for a little while, let herself call a home. She won't be that foolish again. What she'll do with the house, she doesn't know. The thought of selling it is a little too devastating to bear, but she'll never be able to live there.

They're a little ways away when she finally breaks the silence. "I'm glad you came," she says, quiet and fairly flat. "Don't know how long I would've been there if you hadn't found me."