What is my sacrifice? I’m condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else’s future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I’ll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything![to Lonni]
Don’t you want to fight these bastards for real?[Cassian Andor: Why would I go anywhere with you?]
No matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you’ll ultimately die fighting these bastards. So what I’m asking is this. Wouldn’t you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till there’s nothing left?[to Cassian]
Whatever our final version of success looks like, there’s no chance any of us can make it real on our own. We need the Empire to help. We need them angry. We need them coming down hard. Oppression breeds rebellion.[to Saw]
Special people are hard to find.
These days will end. The way they laugh. The way they push through a crowd. The sound of that voice telling you to stop, to go, to move. Telling you to die. Rings in the ear, doesn’t it? But they’ll think about us soon enough.[to Cassian]
The arrogance is remarkable, isn’t it? They don’t even think about us.
That’s the wrong question. The right question is how much time do we have to get out of here.[Cassian Andor: Who are you?]
Rule number one, never carry anything you don’t control.[to Cassian]
I came looking for something more, and I think I’ve found it.[to Cassian]
Has anyone ever made a weapon that wasn’t used?
