Even when he had a sense of Bodhi's ruminations--perhaps because he had a sense of it--Kira never prodded him to elaborate on the fragments he spoke aloud. A person's story is their own, not to be forced out, and his large not-friend seems all the more reticent of a man.

Kira isn't half as interested in Baze's take on whatever happened to them. If Jyn were here, she'd probably explain it like a cup having the entire contents of a jug poured into her, overflowing with grief and errant detail. All he would have to do is ask.

Resting his chin in an idling hand, on an idling elbow at the table's edge, Kira watches Bodhi shrug and deflect, fussing with the tea set and letting the crytpic remark settle.

Kira is a little tired of cryptic remarks, giving or receiving. "You never talk much about where you grew up, or why you left with the others."