[even after she squeezes his hand, he doesn't let it go, content to sit there with their fingers woven together. it reminds him a little of scarif, but the feelings are different. death isn't coming for them, only surrounding them, but he feels safe with her here.]

[his throat tightens when she asks about k2. it hurts every day not to have his droid, but he doesn't talk about it. he almost doesn't want to, but that's the whole point to all this. besides, he'd rather jyn hear it than someone else.]

[his free hand moves up to touch the pocket where he keeps the memory core; it's always in a necklace or a pocket when he leaves the house.]

I was fourteen. It was a mission to the planet Wecacoe, related to imperial security intel. He tried to kill me, of course. [he smiles a little. haha, what great memories!] We managed to shut him down and take him with us, originally to analyze whatever security systems and protocols he had in his memory.

I asked if I could look at his programming, when they were finished. It took me a couple weeks to make sure all the imperial coding was repressed or removed, but I wanted to try to reprogram him. To see if I could do it.

Draven did not like it, but he allowed it. K2 did not come on any sensitive missions with me for a few years, until Draven was sure I would not be compromised.