"It's okay," Cassian says to the droid, and he remembers how Kay could get sullen sometimes, when he'd said something at the wrong time and nearly gotten Cassian killed more than once. The desire to help warring with the knowledge that beings were all rather squishy, in the end, and tended not to live as long. When BB-8 bumps up against Cassian's leg he just reaches down and touches the droid's head lightly. "Everything about this place is pretty fucked up."

To Poe's question, though, Cassian gives a soft chuckle. "We are, in a way. It's like there's two stories happening, simultaneously. I can give you the one that'll make the most sense, here, or I can give you parts of the one that won't. We're on the same side, at least." He gestures towards Poe's helmet and suit. "The style and color has changed a little, but not the meaning."