"I could say the same about you." Joran's soft smile just seemed to radiate for a moment as he contently allowed his arms to wrap around her once more, this time in a softer embrace than he had been giving her just moments before. "The smuggler extraordinaire has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" He whispered in such a teasing manner than he couldn't help but to place his cheek against the top of her head as they just lay in the bed. It was almost therapeutic to him, knowing someone was there to listen to him, and being able to listen to her and help her through the pain. Well, that was what he hoped at least was happening.

"You exist to me. You can't change the past, but you can live for the future. A file is just a file. It doesn't tell you everything you need to know about a person. I mean, I can't imagine my file has a spot that I am such a sucker to pinkie promises." Softly moving his left hand up, he slowly started to run a finger through the strands of her hair, his fingers softly massaging her scalp as he did so. He didn't exactly know how to comfort her through the part where she told him what had happened to her mother, but that didn't stop him from what he was doing.

"I don't even remember my parents. I just remember existing at some point, fighting to make it day in and day out. Petty theft, running from some of the locals on Lothal. Getting into fights with the adults that did catch me. They would always yell thing like, "Where the hell are your parents?" or "Who the hell is raising you kid?" It never seemed to end when they started the chase. I remember right around when I guess I turned nine.. I don't even know my own birthday to be honest... Some guy just grabbed me before I could steal something. He dragged me away from the area, and I thought this was the time I was going to be killed for my crimes." Joran looked down into her eyes for a moment and sighed. "That was the day I started learning how to fire blasters. By the age of ten I could fire any type of blaster, by eleven I had already killed someone with intention to kill that person. Twelve I was in full Mandalorian Armor that made me appear taller than I was, different from the Storm Troopers gear."

"Thirteen I was deemed a traitor to the Rebel Alliance, even though I had only done one thing for them, and that was because the person training me believed in going to the side whoever offered the most credits. Though that ended up giving us a permanent residency with the Empire. Sometimes I feel like I was bred to be a warrior, always fighting. I'm more Mercenary than Smuggler at heart, but I always seemed to be given the title Smuggler over merc. That file... It doesn't have the confirmed kills before I was in the First Order does it? I know the Empire never kept anything about me down, as the two of us were more secret members, since the planets that remained neutral believed we should be killed on sight, after the murder of Senator. They refused to take a side though.. though it was obvious they more supported the Rebels..."