Lyra suddenly pictured the armored figures raising flamers, reducing the house to ash and charred metal while her husband screamed inside…
She knew better. So long as Krennic was in control, Galen would stay alive long after the rest of them were dead. He would have no choice but to work for that man until he was old and feeble, until his intellect began to fail him and the Empire determined he was no longer useful.
— Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (Novelization) by Alexander Freed
Lyra Erso does not have much time.
Orson Krennic is already there, already talking, already luring her husband to a fate that will kill him, if not in actuality then most definitely in spirit.
So she fishes through her bag, rummaging through the contents.
“Mama,” Jyn says. Lyra does not look up as she grabs the bundle of clothes and pulls it out of the bag. “What did papa mean?”
Lyra sets the clothes in the grass and looks at Jyn finally. She’s trembling.
“He said, ‘I do it to protect you.’”
“Whatever I do, I do it to protect you,” Jyn repeats.
Over her shoulder, across the grass, over the hill, Krennic and Galen still talk. “ I have to buy you time, ” he had said. “ Only I can. ”
Her daughter trembles, but she also stares straight into Lyra’s eyes. The girl is strong, but if Lyra does this, what will happen to that strength? What is she thinking, abandoning her daughter? What if something happens? Could Saw Gerrera raise a young girl? Who would that girl become?
She wants to look back over her shoulder, to see Galen one last time, but then she knows if she does, she’ll waver yet again. So instead she shoves the bundle of clothing back into the bag, and she grabs Jyn’s hand, and they continue according to plan. And all the while, she can’t help but wonder, but know, she’s betrayed Galen forever.
Galen, she’s sure, will forgive her. But can she ever forgive herself?