Maybe the word was 'believing'… maybe the time would come when they could walk through the city and he wouldn't keep seeing Luthen's store in every fresh window, or pass a radio and not expect it to start emitting pulse code at him. Maybe he'd stop looking for every point of ingress and egress, every possible shelter and every weaponizable object, in every fresh room; maybe he'd stop gauging every person in his view, snap-profiling those who caught his attention, and looking hardest for those unseen; maybe he'd stop seeing the dead in his periphery.

(He knew better on that last.)

Maybe the word wasn't 'should get' but 'could get'. Was he still capable?

Looking at Jyn, he sure hoped so. Because he felt the same way about her. She deserved it.

He squeezed her hand in gratitude and that same wish

I wish you peace
I wish you to live
I wish you the universe

then let go so he could sweep his study materials into a pile. "I think I'll get ready for bed."