Perhaps there was some irony in Jyn, who had been in prison more than twice, being so struck by this fact. Thirteen was so young, though, younger even than the approximately sixteen she'd been during her first stint in prison, and three years was such a long time. Her heart ached for the boy he must have been, the childhoods that were stolen from both of them. With as emotional as the day had been and as raw as she felt, she had no doubt it was written all over her face when she looked at him.

"I have so many things I want to ask you," she admitted. That wasn't the game, though, and in spite of every instinct that told her to do otherwise, she let herself hope that they would have time to eventually circle back and discuss some of these subjects in further depth.

"I'm not actually sure how many times I've been in prison. I do know that I would have died there, if the Alliance hadn't broken me out." Six months into a twenty-year sentence, in a place where people didn't tend to live more than two years. That was easy math.