"It was cold and there were mountains. Nothing worth remembering," he says and he knows that what he doesn't tell her is just as revealing as what he does. The memories of throwing trash and harassing clone troopers are clear in his might, hyper colorful with a child's memory. Some of the Anti-Jedi slogans still go off in his head at times, unwanted reminders of his indoctrination. It's not worth remembering.

"After I joined the Alliance, I lived on their bases." As Draven had dragged him up the ranks, Cassian had shifted through so many Rebel bases, moving with the Alliance and dispatched hither and yon to gather information. If he thinks about how young he was when he first killed someone he might need to grab that bedpan from the side table.

"I wandered a lot. Made it easy to adjust when I was sent somewhere new."