AN: Hey everyone, thank you very much for the kind reviews so far! Bear with me on this chapter. I know it ends sadly, but have faith! Stick with the story, it's not over yet! JAlso, I try to make my stories as canon as possible, but I don't know much about Mon Mothma. Hopefully her interaction with Jyn is true to her character, but if not, I apologize. Enjoy!

"I'm so sorry, Jyn."

She would have recognized the heavy accent anywhere. Jyn looked over to see Cassian's familiar features, his deep brown eyes looking back into her own. She felt her body relax. It was so good to see him. Although her memories were still muddled, she couldn't forget how weak he had been as they sat on the beach together. She had felt it when he held her hand, and again when he had pulled her into an embrace. Jyn had felt secure in his arms, but couldn't forget how his body trembled with weakness, and how it must have taken every ounce of his remaining strength to hold onto her. So, looking at him now, she was glad to see the color in his face, rather than blood and ash on pale skin.

But he was looking at her now with an earnest sincerity.

"This is all my fault," the captain continued. He reached out and took her hand, searching her eyes. His voice was thick with guilt, and Jyn wanted so badly to reach out and comfort him. It's not your fault, she wanted to say. But she could not muster the strength needed to form the words. The splitting headache was back, and it took all of her focus and energy to look at Cassian and comprehend what he was saying.

"I held you back, Jyn. If it wasn't for me, you could have escaped."

No, Jyn tried to say. Her head was throbbing. She tried to reach out to Cassian, but her arms felt like lead.

A sharp prick in her arm jolted Jyn out of her half-conscious state.

"Ow!" She exclaimed, her vision quickly coming into focus. She looked to her right to see a droid there, instead of Cassian. It was adjusting an IV needle in her arm.

"My apologies, Jyn Erso," the droid stated mechanically, as it pushed the needle further into her vein. She winced, but held her composure.

"Where is Cassian?" She asked. Her gaze followed the droid as it bustled around to her other side, fixing some leads and tubing that connected to her body somehow.

"I'm afraid I do not have any information regarding Captain Andor," the droid replied. It scanned her vitals and injected something into one of the tubes as Jyn watched impatiently. Then without another word, the droid exited the small room in which she lay.

Jyn briefly glanced at her surroundings, but there was no way to tell exactly where she was. Somewhere on the Alliance base probably, since she was alive and in a medical unit of some sort. If the Empire had gotten ahold of her, she certainly wouldn't be treated for her injuries. She let out a sigh and relaxed into the small cot. The droid must have given her an analgesic of some sort, as she could feel the throbbing pain in her head fade away.

Now that she was alone and out of danger, Jyn's thoughts quickly turned to her friends. She was alive, but what about Bodhi, K2, Chirrut, and Baze?

And Cassian?

Gradually, the events of the mission on Scarif began to come back to her. The Stormtroopers finding them in the data vault, hearing K2's final instructions pleading with them to climb the tower as he was being executed. The sinking feeling in her stomach as she watched Cassian get shot and plummet to the bottom of the vault. She had hated herself for leaving him there, but the fate of the entire galaxy may very well have hinged on her decision to continue climbing, to beam the Death Star plans up to the Rebel Alliance. And without Cassian, without any of the members of the Rogue One crew, she never could have done it. So why should she be the only one to live? It just wouldn't be fair. Surely somehow, somewhere, the rest of the crew had made it out as well.

Jyn's question of why she deserved to live quickly turned to how she had managed to survive in the first place. The Death Star's blast had wiped out everyone on Jedha. She remembered the sheer force of the explosion on Scarif, and being caught in the middle of it. There was no way she could have survived. And yet, here she was.

A soft knock on the door made Jyn look up. "Come in," she called weakly.

The door opened and a woman in white robes stepped in. She smiled at Jyn as she quietly closed the door behind her. "Ms. Erso," the woman spoke as she moved to the side of Jyn's bed. "It's good to see you awake."

Jyn forced a half smile and nodded. "Thank you," she replied.

"We should be thanking you," Mon Mothma continued. "The Alliance has secured the plans to the Death Star, all thanks to your courageous leadership."

"I didn't do it alone," Jyn replied.

Mothma sighed and her smile fell ever so slightly. "Yes, the entire Rogue One crew will be remembered as heroes of the Rebellion."

There was a pause. Jyn wanted to ask the senator about the fate of her friends, to confirm what she already knew deep down. But she couldn't bring herself to hear the truth right now. Part of her was still hoping that they had made it off Scarif somehow. She wanted to keep believing that a little while longer. So Jyn decided to ask another burning question on her mind.

"How did I get here?" she asked.

Mothma drew her lips into a thin line. "I was going to ask you the same question. A recovery team found you alive on Scarif following an attack from the Death Star. To be honest, we don't have a clue how you survived." There was a pause before she added, "of course, we're very glad that you did."

Even as the senator spoke, Jyn could feel the cool touch of the Kyber crystal beneath her tunic. Of course, she had been wearing it the whole time. She had never parted with it since her mother had given it to her all those years ago. She knew the crystals were powerful, but to save her from a blast that could wipe out entire planets? It didn't seem possible. And yet, Jyn made a mental note to hang on to that crystal even tighter now.

"I don't know either," Jyn replied quietly after a length of silence.

Mothma smiled, then placed a warm hand on Jyn's arm. "Let us know if you need anything. I'll let you get your rest." She turned to leave.

"Senator," Jyn spoke, before she could take a step towards the door.

Mon Mothma turned around slowly. "Yes?" There was a hint of sadness in her voice, as if she already knew what Jyn was going to ask.

"Where's Cassian?" Even as she said it, Jyn wanted to bite her tongue. She knew she was not emotionally prepared for the answer. Now that she was fully awake, she remembered all too clearly the sight of the captain lying motionless on the beach, his clothes covered in dust and blood. So much blood.

Mon Mothma stood next to Jyn's bed again, but she did not look at her right away. There was a painful length of silence before the senator finally looked up and spoke.

"Captain Andor was recovered from Scarif along with you." The senator paused, observing Jyn's blank expression. She waited a moment and then cleared her throat before continuing. "We are sustaining his vitals so that you may say goodbye."

Jyn only stared back at the senator, the meaning of the words not quite registering with her. Say goodbye?

Sensing that Jyn did not understand, Mon Mothma spoke again quietly, "I'm afraid Cassian did not make it."