[ she rattles off her birthday easily, so it is clearly that she lost track of time. everything blended together in prison and she didn't keep track of the days on her wall, why would she? it would be a countdown to her death. after that is was a blur of battles and hyperspace and time is meaningless when you're hurtling through space.

but it's the part about saw that draws her attention back. ]

No. No. It was me. [ her free hand taps her chest to definitively illustrate that she means herself, sadness drifting through the empathy bond. sadness and grief and guilt. ] It was a set up. Someone figured out who I was and they told the Empire and they set us up. There was a bomb and Saw threw himself on top of me and...

[ cassian had seen him.

jyn remembers the hot blood drenching her clothes, saw's scream of agony as fire and metal rained down on them, the splutter of blood in his mouth every time he spoke. the man on jedha, he had become that because of her, and it seemed unfair that cassian didn't get to see him the way jyn remembered him -- strong and proud and laughing when she managed to best him.

the sorrow that pours from her is deep and tinged with the bitter longing she'd felt when he abandoned her, to protect her. it had hurt to much to see it at the time, but now she knows. and it still hurts, softened only by grief and too much more loss. ]

That was when they started calling us terrorists.