Bodhi wonders absently what Jyn's side of things was like. Not something he'd have thought to ask, but he's sure it wasn't much like his own. She was so certain. She was, well, Galen's daughter. Never freezing up in something colder than terror, never losing the thread of a task from the sheer immensity of what was in front of them. He envies it a little.

He stops a long moment to breathe in the smokehouse scent of his tea, finding a place where he can be calm, if not quite collected. "There was never anything for-- Going home wasn't an option. That, that... That didn't bother me, until the option was-- It doesn't have much do do with me and what I want. Most people, um, well, I wouldn't even... wouldn't think of me as Jedhan anymore. It's just that there aren't better options less." Thinking of the end of a city in a wave of heat and smoke leaves no room for anything as small and insignificant as him. "I was there to carry a message, that's... That's all."