[ Cassian shakes his head, opening his hands in front of him in a 'what can you do' sort of gesture. ]

They weren't going to listen to her, about the flaw; my whole career, my life, hinged on decisions that weren't made by committee, but that one was. So we did what we had to do.

[ It's not justification exactly, it's that...Cassian has. Had? Led a unique sort of life. One where what he did wasn't seen as accomplishment or worthy of note or warranting whatever expression is on Poe's face.

It almost makes him feel uncomfortable, for all the blood on his hands, that this somehow negates that? He doesn't think so, not really. Neither does his subconscious. Then again, he didn't see how it all shook out in the end. ]

A problem with dying, I suspect. I'm glad it worked. They fired the Death Star, we didn't... [ Another shrug. ]