What could she say? Jyn had no idea. It was impossible to find any kind of order in the chaos of her thoughts, never mind try to convey them to someone else. He'd always understood her, she thought, some innate recognition between them that always seemed to leave her feeling both too exposed and unusually safe, but this was different. How could she tell him about a life she'd lived that, from where he was sitting now, he hadn't? Was it even fair to?

That, she pushed aside. None of this was anything even close to fair in any possible way. Fairness had never played much of a role in her life anyway. It seemed silly to fall back on that or to rail against it now.

And of course he offered her an out. Somehow that seemed just like him, telling her that she didn't have to say anything. It only made her want that much more to do so.

"I don't know where to start," she admitted, which was true. "You're sure you aren't hurt?"