[He listens, offering a slight nod to the comments about Bey. It was a common sentiment among the Rebellion, and one Cassian respected and admired. For him, it had become in many ways an unending search to absolve his actions, or at the very least be able to feel that all the terrible things he had done were somehow worth it.

His shoulders fall, not out of disappointment, but something more like an internal collapse. The plans had made it, after all. They had succeeded in their mission. The planetkiller was destroyed. He tosses out the notion of heroism as soon as it comes, mentally dismissing it.]

We did what had to be done. Nothing more. [It didn't make them heroes. It just helped toward making their debts, their pasts, just a bit less weighted to the wrong side of blood spilled and actions taken.]

We knew what we were going into when we decided to take that mission on. Every member of that crew had their reasons for agreeing to take it on. [And with the exception of Bodhi, Cassian didn't think a single one of their crew had gone to Scarif expecting to leave it alive. And even Bodhi had known the chances were slim to none.]

Thank you, Dameron. I didn't expect to ever know if the plans made it. It's- [He falters, his words stopping, everything slowly clicking into place as his body and mind focus for a moment on the enormity of it all. Meeting Poe has forced him to stop long enough for the battle and Poe's words to really sink in and consume him. He visibly sinks back into the bench further and lets out a slow, heavy exhale, repeating the words a second time:]

Thank you.