[ Cassian's frustrations shift away from himself and towards Jack once again. Whether or not this (visions, hallucinations, ghosts - whatever label you wanted to place on this), is normal for Jack doesn't mean that he should have had to experience it.

But before he can say as much, he finds himself surprised again by what comes next. Despite Jack's delivery, Cassian can hear the sincerity woven through it. He's worried about him. And maybe Cassian shouldn't balk so hard against someone's act of kindness.

He can't help himself and lets out a breath that could nearly be a laugh though if it is, it's aimed entirely at himself. It quickly fades after that and after another breath he starts. It's difficult at first. It's clear that he doesn't want to talk about it but once he begins it slowly begins to get easier. At least, that's what he tells himself. ]

I saw my sister. And my mother. And some friends that I left behind before I arrived here. They were alive. [ Well. Most of them. Maarva was now stone and dust and ash and he had failed her and her ghost. ] But I keep seeing them die in different ways and there's nothing I can do to help them.