Cassian opens his mouth to deny being sentimental - he's creating foundations here, damn it all, things for her to recall later when she's done remembering all the reasons she has to be angry with him, to be angry with being here - and then he catches what she doesn't say, how she corrects herself without realizing the truth behind it and his nostrils flare.

For a moment he's just stuck, staring at her, before he shuts his eyes. "Alright." He can't argue with her, can he? He knows she's not alright. He knows more than she does, right now, and he hates how it keeps coming back to that.

The harbinger of death. How does the Force move around those that have been reintroduced to the life cycle unnaturally?

"Alright," he repeats, and tries to let some of the tension out of his shoulders.