As I'm being dragged away from Jyn, I lock eyes with her one last time.  Her beautiful green eyes are not afraid, but instead filled with another emotion.  I can't exactly tell what it is from this distance, but I can guess that it's compassion.  If I could speak, I would tell her so much, about everything that I didn't.  I would tell her about all of the things I put off because I assumed I could tell her later.  I should've told her that she was beautiful more often, or given her more hugs and supported her to the best of my ability on the rare occasions that she cried.  I should've been a better person.  And if I see her again, I will be a better person.  

As the stormtroopers drag me away, I take note of how to get to the docking bay the fastest.  If I somehow manage to escape my cell, I'm going to need to know the way.  This place is absolutely enormous.  It would be so easy to get lost in here.  To make matters worse, there aren't that many signs.  I'm going to have a very big issue on my hands if they don't kill me before I find a way out.  If I was to escape, I would need to find Jyn.  I have no idea where she's being taken right now.  She's probably going to be guarded very heavily, much more than I, due to her history with the Empire.

Maybe I can get out and see her again.  But the chances of that happening are very, very slim, almost to the point of impossibility.  Maybe I would see her in one out of one hundred thousand attempts at escape.  Those are not good odds.

But there's still a small glimmer of hope, and that's all I need to keep going.

Any chance to see Jyn again I will take with open hands and an open heart, no matter how difficult and near impossible it may be.

We go up an elevator shaft, and it opens to reveal a detention block.  A small sign on the side tells me that this is Detention Block AA-23.  They take me inside of a cell and close the door.  Once they are entirely sure that I cannot escape, they remove my gag and handcuffs.  

"Where is Jyn being taken?" I ask them, desperate.

"Oh, your girlfriend?" One of the stormtroopers laughs.  "She's probably going to be executed if she doesn't tell the location of the rebel base.  Just like you."  On that pleasant note, the stormtroopers shut the door and leave me to think.  

I'm going to have a lot of trouble escaping this cell.  I've escaped a lot of cells in my day, but this one is incredibly sophisticated. The door is mechanical, and can only be opened from the outside.  I have no weapons on me at all.  From what I can tell, there's a power box to the right of the door, but I can't get into it.  Even if I could get into the box, I doubt I could control the door from it.  The Empire may be stupid, but they certainly designed their cells to hold anyone or anything in the Galaxy.

The only thing I can really think about is Jyn.  Worry and fear bubble inside of me, twisting and turning my insides.  If Jyn doesn't survive and I do, I'll never forgive myself.  Suddenly, I picture Jyn being put in a cell, and instantly taking out all of the stormtroopers as soon as they remove the handcuffs.  This makes me smile a tiny bit.  I know that Jyn is going to give them hell.  I also know that she would die before she would tell the Empire anything, much less the location of the rebel base.  Jyn wouldn't tell them the color of the sky if they asked for it.  Although not genetically, she definitely inherited that trait from Saw Gerrera, along with a few other things.  Her independent nature, perseverance and a strong sense of righteousness are all from him as well.  So basically, Saw Gerrera gave Jyn the traits that I appreciate about her the most.  Too bad he had to die on Jedha.  But then again, if he didn't die on Jedha, he would've died on Scarif.  

I'm suddenly overcome with grief again for the deaths of so many people that I knew so well.  I may not have known Chirrut or Baze that well, but I still cared about them.  It was awful listening to K-2SO die, my only friend, and not being able to do anything about it.  I had to carry on with the mission.  Until now, I haven't really had any time to grieve.  We had to get off of that planet, and it served as a distraction.  Jyn was a distraction as well.  But now that I have nothing to do, and Jyn isn't with me anymore, it weighs on my heart and sinks into my soul.  

I can feel my eyes getting warm, and I quickly shake my head.  No. I think to myself.  You're stronger than this.  Don't cry.  Don't you dare.

But then I can hear Jyn's voice echoing in my head.  It's okay for you to cry, too.  We can get through this together.

I just can't take it anymore.  As much as I can hope and be optimistic, I know, deep down, that I'll never be with Jyn again.  We can't get though this together.  Tears fall down my face not just from the realization, but from the pain and grief I've been ignoring and holding in for so long.  My shoulder is still a mess, and it's throbbing horribly today.  As much as I told Jyn that it isn't a problem, it definitely is.  It seems to be getting worse every minute.  If I'm not killed here, that wound, if untreated, will probably be the cause of my death.  

I sit around for hours, my mind wandering to Jyn, the Rebellion, and ways to escape.  Until the door opens, and reveals an I-TO Interrogation droid.  I'm confused at first, because I don't see anyone with the droid.  Then I hear a noise, a hideous and terrifying mechanical breath.  A large, pitch black shape comes into sight, his boots clanking on the metal.  His helmet is reminiscent of a skull, terrifying and devoid of any emotion.  He stands tall, much taller than myself, and looks directly at me, ominous and foreboding.  

It's Darth Vader.

I say nothing, attempting to look as brave and rebellious as I can, when in fact I'm entirely petrified inside.  Be Jyn,  My mind suggests.  Be courageous and strong.  Act just like she would in this situation.

"You seem surprised to see me, Captain Andor." Darth Vader booms among shaky, bionic inhales.

"I didn't know that I had the pleasure of being interrogated by the Emperor's puppet." I reply smartly.

"Charming.  But sass isn't going to help you this time."  He replies.  "We're discussing a few very important topics.  You will answer honestly, or face my wrath."

"I'm not telling you anything." I reply defiantly.

"Oh, we'll see about that."  Vader counters.  "How did you and your sissy female friend survive the destruction of the base on Scarif?"

All terror that I have for Darth Vader disappears in a millisecond.  My eyes teem with rage.  "Sissy female friend."  I say, with a surprising calmness to my voice, despite the anger pulsing through my veins.  "She would destroy you easily for calling her that.  She's tougher than any person I've ever known, or ever will know."

"Answer my question." Vader replies, his voice slightly angry.  He clenches his fist.

"I don't know." I respond.

"No one could survive that amount of energy from kyber crystals.  Unless they were a Force user." Vader probes, checking my face for any signs of recognition.  I keep my face as blank as possible.  

"I cannot use the Force."

"And what about your friend?"

"No.  She can't either." I lie, hoping he won't catch it.  He seems to be suspicious, but moves on anyways.  

"You and Erso transmitted the plans to this battle station.  Where are they now?"

"No clue." I laugh.

"Lies." He hisses. "Tell me!"

"I told you, I don't know." 

Suddenly, Vader raises his hand.  An invisible force begins choking me, squeezing my neck tightly.  I bring my hand to my neck in an attempt to pry it off, but I can't.  

"Where are they?" he booms.

"I don't know." I sputter, still attempting to remove the Force.

He tightens his grip, squeezing my neck so tight that it could snap.  The agony increases to the point where I might die, but I stay strong.  I have to.  I have to live for Jyn.  I try to relax and not panic for as long as I can, ignoring the immense pain in my neck and chest. 

"I'm giving you one more chance.  Where are the plans?"

I say nothing, determined not to be the reason for the fall of the Rebellion.  I won't give up for a cause I believe in.  I'd rather die.  Just when I can't hang on any longer, Darth Vader releases his grip, leaving me reeling on the ground.  I gasp for air, grateful for every breath I can manage.  I could easily curl up and cry myself to sleep right here, but I can't.  I get back up with as much strength as I can muster.  I won't let him get to me.

"Well, then.  I'll ask you a question that you do know the answer to." he says in a monotonous voice.  "Where is the rebel base?"

"I'm afraid I'm not able to provide that information at this time." I rasp, smiling with fake innocence.

"I am quite sick of your sass, Andor.  Tell me now, or I will ensure that you die a most painful death."

I laugh weakly, my throat still burning.  "You won't kill me.  I have valuable information.  If you kill me, you'll never know."

"Erso will talk.  You can be killed.  You are worth nothing to the Empire." Vader hisses in frustration.

At this, I grin up at him with so much pride and confidence, I could burst.  "Jyn would never tell you a single thing.  She'll never give in or give up.  You ought to know that by now."

Vader tilts his head, studying me.  "You like her.  She's your weakness." he states.

"I have no weakness." I say, attempting to cover up the huge mistake that I have made.  I let the enemy know of my weakness.  That's the worst thing you can ever do.  Then they can exploit it.

"You lie.  Captain Andor, let me offer you a new deal.  You tell me where the rebel base is, and your girlfriend will survive.  If you don't, she's dead."

I gulp.  No.  I can't let Jyn be killed.  Better me than her.  I'm tempted to tell him, to give up the secret.  I can't live a life without Jyn.  If she dies, I'll die with her.  If I tell him, she'll live.  But I'll be betraying the cause that I've always believed and fought for.

But then I remember something.  Jyn would never let me give up my beliefs, our beliefs, for her.  She'd rather die than give up anything to the Empire.  

But if don't tell him, I'm signing her death warrant.

"Fine." I say, looking at the ground.  "It's on Dantooine."

"Princess Leia tried to pull that one on us.  That base has been deserted for a long time." Vader replies.  "Much longer than the week you've spent on Scarif." He adds when I try to protest and say I didn't know that they switched bases.

"I see how it is." he continues.  "You don't want to tell me.  In that case, consider Jyn Erso dead." he turns around and stalks out of the room, the mechanical door closing behind him.

I sink down on the floor, tears falling down my face.  I don't even attempt to stop it now.  The only person I've ever truly cared about is gone.  All because of me.  I know that Jyn would approve of my choice, but at the same time, I cannot imagine my life without her.  

And I'm the reason that she won't live the rest of her life.