He is right there, she is safe. Isn't that how it's always been? For the brief period of time they'd known each other at least. Always seeming to slip out of impossible scrapes, together. At least until Scarif, but it was impossible they even made it that far.

Which brings her full circle to her nightmare.

He is right there, she is safe. She nods, slow and careful, licks her lips. "How did you get to the top of the tower?"

He'd fallen so far, she'd heard the crunch and crack of so many bones every time his body slammed into something hard and metal, she'd seen him laying at the bottom in a broken heap, still and unmoving, and she'd known that the man in white had done it again. Her mother and then her father (and Saw before that, she knows), and now Cassian.

But he hadn't and Cassian had somehow survived and saved her and how?