Again, Jyn told herself that it made a certain kind of sense that he might feel something for her now. However things had developed here, Cassian had started from the same point, the end, and everything initially sprang from there. It diverged, of course, after. Somehow maintaining that difference in her mind was one of the easiest things about this. He was himself in the ways that counted, but he also wasn't the person she'd built a life with here, because he hadn't lived that. It shouldn't have made sense, but somehow, it did.

She couldn't say the same of anything else. Feeling like this again, ripped open and all of her deepest, darkest parts laid bare for him to see, wasn't something she thought would happen to her again, nor was it something she even wanted. For years now, she had been trying and often succeeding to convince herself that she had made a mistake before in letting herself seek and have that kind of connection. As usual, all it did was get her hurt.

Keeping those walls up was just so much harder when he was so close, all but telling her that he wanted... something.

"Do we?" she asked, equally soft, as she turned to look at him with wide eyes. This time, she tried not to hope, but he had woken up that part of her yet again, and it couldn't so easily be laid to rest.