He stared at her.

On the tower, on Scarif, in the elevator, they'd sought the universe in each other's eyes, the one they'd saved and would never have again…

He stared at her face now like he was seeking it again—seeking reality.

His hand came up beside hers to, unthinkingly, grasp her arm, too.

His eyes still in shock, searching her face. Until he finally sank into sitting on the mattress behind them.

But his hand still on her arm.

"…How?" he said. "Talk me through it?"

Unable to assimilate data. He didn't doubt her. But he couldn't… get his mind around it.

The war will never be over.

The war is over.

You're still alive.

You weren't supposed to live.

It can't be over because you still live.

But it is

Jyn said it is

Jyn