[ Krennic pauses, narrowing his eyes. It was her, then—or was it? If she'd been the one concealed somewhere in the crags surrounding the Eadu installation on all sides, watching himself and Galen through a scope, she would have seen that it was a flyover that killed her father and wouldn't have initially thought him the one responsible. But she also did somehow know that he died, which could place her at the scene, or would mean that she has close enough affiliations with the Alliance to be told.

He doesn't believe for a moment the claim that she somehow destroyed the Death Star. ]

Come now. You expect me to believe that? That you destroyed a battle station the size of a moon, engineered by your father and I? Please.

[ He leans forward, voice low. ]

You never knew him, not like I did. So I'll tell you. Galen Erso was one of the most skilled engineers in the galaxy. So am I, and I watched his every step. The Death Star is immortal.

—Oh, and I don't think you destroyed me, either. Wishing that were the case won't make it reality.