Jyn shrugged again, although the gesture was more forced this time, an old defense mechanism. She didn't want it to matter that she hadn't had anyone like that in her life, but it did — always had and always would, a wound she'd learned to live with but that never fully healed. For a moment, she wondered if she should say more about it, then decided against it. Between what he might have already read about her and figured out on his own, there probably wasn't much need.

It would just have circled back to the fact that she'd ultimately even lost him, too, and that was ground she didn't want to tread.

"I'm sorry you didn't have more time with them," she offered instead. That that tended to be the way of everything didn't make it less painful. That he'd at least been loved for a while didn't either. "You told me what happened to your father... Can I ask what happened to your mother? You can say no."