Want to do. …That… had never been a consideration—a factor in his life. Not ever.

Because he had to make some decision, he crossed the room to the bed and sat on it. His hands stayed on his knees and his eyes stayed on the window. Through the smog, the stars were beginning to come out.

"When was the last time you did something because you wanted to?" he asked quietly. Rhetorically, if she so chose… but if she really answered, he found himself acutely wanting to know. Something Jyn Erso had wanted.