Too many things filtered through Jyn's head at once, somehow all encompassed in the fond expression she kept fixed on him. Mild surprise at the story itself and the irony of the kyber in question also having been a necklace, relief that the asshole who'd tried to kill him over it hadn't succeeded, belated worry about him having been in that situation at all before she reminded herself that he'd probably had people to worry about him then. The concept was still a foreign one to her — like hearing him speak in Myo the other night, the language itself identifiable but the words themselves entirely unknown. She was so glad he'd had that. It was just difficult to wrap her head around what that must have been like.

Was that why he'd been so tight-lipped about his past when she'd known him before? She had no way of knowing. It didn't matter now anyway, with him here and telling her these things, and her still wanting to know as much as she could. For as alike as they were, though, that was maybe the biggest difference between them. He'd had people who stayed, people who cared. She tried not to wonder if she would be able to live up to that.

"It's hard to imagine you as a mercenary," she admitted, smile lopsided and gentle in a way it tended to be only for him. "Or not fully committed yet." He'd alluded to as much just minutes ago, but given how dedicated to the cause he had become by the time she knew him, it was still such a change, and a fascinating one at that.