[ Cassian looks pained. Please tell him you at least took the data stick off him, Enjolras. He slumps a little, maintaining eye contact, one exasperated young man to another. Starting to give ground. ]

Come on. What would you say in my place? --Look, you want the information, take it. It's going to end up in the same place anyway, I don't care who gets the credit.

[ Which is true. To a point. ]