When the rain storm finally passed on Callisto, Cassian and Jyn moved their belongings from his ship to the terminal and prepared K2S0 for his return trip to Yavin 4. Despite Cassian's wishes, Baze and Chirrut decided to go with K2, leaving Cassian and Jyn alone on the new planet, waiting for their return.
Things were different between them, Cassian wanted to say that it was a good different, but he wasn't sure what it really was. Kissing Jyn was supposed to give him answers, but he was still just as confused as he was before. He still wondered if resigning from the Rebellion was the right thing to do. Jyn told him that he was not in control of his destiny, he was bothered by that. He hated not being in charge of something. He was used to taking orders, but always made his own decisions.
"What are you thinking about?" Jyn asked, joining him in the cockpit, one last time before sending K2 off on his own. Cassian shrugged. He was worried about a lot of things. First and foremost, would someone come after him after they realized that he resigned? He wondered if they were safe from the dreams that showed them their fate? The question that was burning at his mind, however, was about Destiny. If destiny controlled him, was this new path his destiny, or was he just prolonging the inevitable? He'd never tell Jyn any of that though, because she thought that staying on Callisto was their destiny. Fate would decide what would happen to them, but being together was their destiny. She was so sure of that.
"Just making sure that everything is okay for K2 to take off." Cassian spoke carefully, trying to hide his worry behind the logistics scan that had already been run twice before Jyn joined him.
"You're wondering if you made the right decision." Jyn said, softly. She put one of her hands on his shoulder, in a comforting gesture. Since they kissed, Jyn had begun approaching him differently. Her speech was softer and more guarded. She was worried about upsetting him, or picking a fight with him. In Cassian's experience, Jyn had never once cared about what others thought of her, and he had to wonder if the show she was putting on was not her way of telling him that she wanted the same things that he did? He put his hand over hers on his shoulder. It was comforting to have someone to share, the emotions that he couldn't put into words, with.
"I'll always wonder if I made the right decision." Cassian admitted. "I'm turning my back on the only thing I've ever known. It's a big step." Jyn nodded, whether she actually understood, or was just empathetic to Cassian's feelings, it didn't matter. Cassian appreciated her patience with his see-saw method of decision making.
"I'm going against my father's wishes." Jyn said quietly. "He wanted me to go to Yavin 4 and tell someone about the weak spot in the Death Star. Instead I'm hiding out on a planet, hoping that destiny is kinder to me than it was to him." It was the first time she had said anything close to that out loud. She felt guilty for not following through with her father's request. Cassian wondered if she'd ever be able to forgive herself for not following through for her father.
"I guess we've both disappointed some very important people." He stood up and moved away from the control panel of the ship. "Everything's programmed for K2. I guess it's time to go." There was a sadness in his voice. "I've been with this ship and K2, for ten or eleven years. I have spent every day of my life since I joined the rebellion, living out of this ship. It will be so odd to sleep at night in a bedroom that wasn't originally a storage closet." He laughed.
"I have been wondering, how did you get such a small ship to have so much space?" Jyn asked. On Cassian's ship, there were three bedrooms, a sizeable kitchen, a bathroom fit for the princess herself, and the cockpit, but on the outside, the ship was just as small as normal transports.
"It's magic from the old world." Cassian explained. He put his arm around Jyn as they walked out of the cockpit together. It was a natural gesture, one that felt like he had done it a hundred times, instead of the first time.
