Jyn nods, quiet for a moment. It isn't, in this instance, like she has anything to hide, or even like she's weighing how much to tell him or not, what words to use. Even with Galen here now, alive after having died just like her and Cassian and Lincoln, it's hard to talk about. She doubts that will ever change, no matter how much time they have in this strange place, no matter what this second chance turns into. If that's its own problem — that she doesn't know what she wants it to be — then that's something she can mention later.

"He was dead," she echoes, her voice soft. "He died right in front of me. It was the first time I'd seen him in fifteen years." She still remembers it with painful clarity, which might be the most awful thing about it. If he's going to be here now, and alive, she shouldn't have to remember so vividly what it was like to watch him die.

"The funny thing is, I'd only just found out he was alive."