"I used to," he says. Used to live near the ocean is the implication. He's quiet for a second, remembering the breeze. "We lived on a coffee fruit orchard. But I could smell it."

He gets more coffee now than he had the fruits as a child. Even the mangoes his mother would occasionally bring home are far more plentiful, but he doesn't enjoy them as much anymore. They just make him think of her.

Jyn leads him to the elevator, and the doors closing up behind them make him think of Eleven's Village locked away somewhere in the middle. Like they're locked here in the Capitol. "I suppose that is what happens when your District is presumably large."