Karis Nemik: I'm struggling to understand why my faith doesn't calm me. I believe in something. Why am I so unsettled? I mean you have nothing, you sleep like a stone. I write when I can't sleep. Wrote about you last night. Not you specifically, not "Clem." Although I'm assuming that's not your real name, anyway. "The Role of Mercenaries in the Galactic Struggle for Freedom." My conclusion is simple. Weapons are tools. Those that use them are, by extension, functional assets that we must use to our best advantage. The Empire has no moral boundaries, why should we not take hold of every chance we can? Let them see how an insurgency adapts.
Cassian Andor: [sighs] Well, you're half right. The Empire doesn't play by the rules.
Karis Nemik: And how am I wrong?
Cassian Andor: They don't care enough to learn. They don't have to. You mean nothing to them.
Karis Nemik: Perhaps they'll think differently tomorrow.
Cassian Andor: Be careful what you wish for.
Karis Nemik: So you think it's hopeless, do you? Freedom? Independence? Justice? We should just submit and be thankful? Just take what we're given?
Cassian Andor: [Inhales deeply, leans toward Nemik and glares] Do I look thankful to you?
