Unyielding?

[what had been a breath of a laugh turns to a derisive snort, swift and immediate, before jyn really even processes everything that's being said. because that, more than anything else, is funny: the thought that she could believe, unquestioningly, in some stupid arbitrary cause to provide answers or guarantee any kind of future for anyone.

she has the decency, though, not to give another, and to take pause to consider. you are a rebel for all people, he says, which — makes her shift on her feet, avert her gaze. an image of what saw's face might look like, hearing that, surfaces in her mind; it comes with less anger rising in her than would have six months ago, but it's still not an easy one to let sit.

it's not easy to look past betrayal and abandonment; it's not easy to allow the regard of someone who'd known her as jyn erso.

which set now knows her as, too. that hadn't been hidden by the connection that their trade had created.

so what answer does she really have to give but the honest one?]

I don't believe Zenith is lying any less than Meridian is. It's a choice to make as much as any other.

[she picks her eyes up, and adds, plainly,]

And I want to know the truth.