"Well, all that is gone now. All the people of the Rebellion, everything the Rebellion was, have been destroyed" For a split moment, there is the image of x-wings coming down from a clouded sky through rain, the ground rocking beneath his feet before it's gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by the image of red fire streaming across the galaxy. There are no ashes, no bodies left to mourn over. It's over.

There is no flicker of any kind of sorrow or sadness in his thoughts, nothing but cold anger and hatred for the Republic and the Rebellion. But that was moved to the back of his mind as he looked at Jyn.

He leaned over to take a pen and a piece of paper from the table, taking a moment to write out a message. "I have to ask a favor of you- I need to pass a message along to someone you may know and I hope you are able to help me with that."

With neat and precise handwriting he wrote out the note in Aurebesh- 'Jyn Erso- any relation to Galen Erso, by any chance?' before folding it and handing it to her. If she was Jyn, he would see a reaction and if not, the real Jyn would know that he was aware of that he knew she was here.

Either way, he was interested in knowing just how she was related to the Death Star even if it had long since been reduced to space dust. "I wish you the best of luck with this- what exactly is your business?"