It's more than he can say. Cassian's not sure who raised him, if there's anyone at all. Ahsoka Tano? Davits Draven? In the end, Cassian thinks it's the Rebellion itself that raised him. There had been no individual parents and he had not been an individual to be raised. He was one of many hopeless children and teenagers who'd joined up, cultivated like unruly plants into something useful.

It's hard to say if that makes Jyn luckier than him. More loved, perhaps, if the way Galen had looked at her is anything to go by, but he doubts that Jyn Erso grew up any happier or safer than he had. War, no matter what side you're on, is a devourer of childhoods.

"I was born on Fest," he says, because it seems like he ought to tell her something of himself too. It's not a particularly remarkable planet by any stretch of the imagination, cold and mountainous and densely populated. Or it had been. Cassian avoided going back if he could, despite its proximity to Yavin. It never seemed worth it.