[ There is a watery milk substitute, in fact, and Cassian draws the man's attention to it with a small gesture, considering his answer carefully before opening his mouth. ]

You won't be here, should someone decide to make that decision and I become aware of it. For that matter, neither will your daughter.

[ Cassian says it with firm simplicity and yet there is very little that is simple about what he is implying. Yet, he's certain of it, and has even begun considering just where and how he'd do it.

There's no reason, in his mind, to stay if that is what the Rebellion has come to. Assassinating those who come to them looking for help. Yes, Galen went to Saw, not to the Council...but there is the fact that the difference between Saw and the organized Resistance is in varying shades of grey, and Cassian is tired of that shade growing darker with each passing moment.

He's certain he can get them off-world, set them up with a resources, and help them disappear. What happens after that? He has no idea. ]