"There were some, but -" Jyn stops herself, setting her jaw, clenching her fists to keep herself collected. Or, at least, as collected as she can manage. "They died, with me. When I was supposed to have died. I don't know if - if the light took them all the way it took me, but - they died with me." She pauses, eyes closing for a moment to gather herself, before she utters, "Because of me."

Jyn's hand steadies herself on the back of her chair, her head spinning and buzzing like a faltering engine. It's obvious enough that Peggy has touched upon a subject Jyn would rather not speak of - and the forlorn look in her eyes when she seeks out the woman's face conveys that.

"You've - you've been very hospitable, very generous," she starts, unable to finish her sentence. If she could, it would have been, but please don't make me talk about him.