He said by way of answer, "She gave them the funniest names."

So many more thoughts swirled through his mind—things he'd come to understand as an adult that he hadn't as a child, like why the youngest ones adapted to the life so much more easily than the oldest ones; how the leader of the colony seemed so hard and infallible but once he saw her crying on her own, thought now how constantly terrifying it must have been for her; how his amazement at how Kerri's mind worked must be like what parents feel about their children, but he wouldn't credit himself as having 'raised' her because he hadn't; and, of course, wondering how they all died—but he felt suddenly finished talking about it. And sick of talking about himself.

Instead, he shot a wan smile at Jyn. "I'm sure your toys had only dignified names."