"Well," Baze says, and stops. He's unsure of how much she knows, what with her little 'bots watching everything, and how much he should tell her. He decides to start at the beginning.

"You know Bodhi--he was our pilot, back on Scarif," Baze says, his voice choked with regret, and sorrow. "We fought together. We died together. We were friends, of a sort. Comrades. Then Chirrut and I came here, and found an Imperial named Galen Erso, and beat on him, for reasons which are our own. Turns out he's Bodhi's lover."

He licks his abruptly parched lips. "Chirrut and I aren't going to apologize for that. We're not. But things escalated from there. Bodhi accused Chirrut of wanting to shoot the boy's cats. And then he apologized to me, sort of, and we cuddled. I thought we'd reconciled. Today, he came to us, and said he wanted to apologize, but when we told him that wanting to apologize isn't an apology and that he'd actually have to say the words, he told us we don't have the moral high ground because of what we did to Erso."

Baze pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's such a mess."