"So you don't remember being sent on a mission here, either." He replied, managing something that sounded like a heavy sigh, and, in fact, sounding somehow completely dejected. He'd been... 'hopeful' wasn't the right word, not exactly, but something like it, that it had simply been his own memory banks glitching as they sometimes did even after this long.

But it seemed that wasn't the case.

"I was deactivated, Cassian." Slagged was probably a better term for it, but he wasn't going to use it himself, not at the moment, "And I cannot calculate a probability path that leads us here from where we were." It wasn't often, if it had ever happened before, that Kay admitted that he couldn't do something so basic to his core programming. Which was why he just pushed on, "And if this is supposed to be some kind of afterlife, why here? You hate casinos."

There was also the question as to why Kay was there in that particular case, but that was something to be worried about later. And it wasn't necessarily that Cassian hated casinos, it was just that there were too many things that could go wrong on a job with a casino involved, and that was something they could -and did- agree on.