Perhaps counterintuitively, Jyn smiled the tiniest bit at that. The loss of Lincoln — one of the first and best real friends she'd ever had — still hurt, that was inevitable, but it didn't have quite the same sting of abandonment. She wasn't sure why. Maybe she'd just reached some mental capacity for that.

"His name was Lincoln," she answered. "You'd have liked him, I think." In the back of her head, it struck her as a sign of progress that the words instinctively came out that way: you would have rather than you did. "He was from a different... universe, or whatever. Brought up to be a fighter, like I was, but he was also... kind. Gentle. Liked to draw and to help people. Being somewhere at peace suited him."