"Oh, not even close," Jyn said with a short laugh, shaking her head. She didn't even remember all of their names now, but based on what she did recall, dignified would very much not have been the word to describe any of them. That made sense, though. She'd been so young, her childhood cut so short, something that she knew he of all people would understand. This far removed from all of it now, it was nearly impossible to imagine herself with a child's fanciful imagination. Her memories of that time were more fact than feeling, like something observed rather than lived. She knew it had happened, she remembered aspects of it, but whoever that little girl was, she hadn't existed for a long, long time.

"Beany, the one I named the cat after, was probably the only dignified name in the bunch. And I don't even know if I picked the name. The others, definitely no dignity there."