"Well." Cassian lets out a little breath. "That's because it's complicated."

The family thing. Remembering things. He swallows, glancing at her before going back to scanning the crowd. "There's...you know when you live around people in a place this small, there's a sort of collective memory. It happens on every level, I guess. Societies, languages, planets..." He rolls his shoulders. "But it's suspect, in general. Not terribly accurate. History being written by the victors, and trauma sticking better than the good things.

It's more suspect, here, in this little town."

He looks at her again. "I am glad you're here."