Jyn moves with the sudden stop and start motions of someone used to having to make quick decisions, having to move without warning, living with the knowledge he's always had and he knows now she has always had too that the galaxy isn't ever going to be anything close to fair.

He tugs the uniform on, straightens the creases just so, closes his eyes and sees her face, opens them again and glances over to see it again, grim and focused forwards. Even if they succeed, they aren't making it out of this - he knows that, knows they all know that, and yet for some reason his heart is lighter than it has been in a long, long time.