[ sitting down next to him, Bodhi stares at his hands for a long moment. he could start at the beginning, but out of context it might not make much sense. ]

I used to work for something called the Galactic Empire, as a cargo hauler. In my galaxy, they were -- not good, let's just say. They wanted to control the galaxy through fear and oppression. But at the time, I had no better options. Not on an occupied world. I joined the Academy to become a pilot, took the job.

And it was okay, for a while. I could ignore everything what I was seeing because I had enough to take home for my mother - she was a big part of why I even did it. Hauled cargo to and from Jedha and kept my head down.

But after she died, I found out what the cargo I was hauling was being used to make.

[ he trails off, and then shakes himself out of it to glance up. ]