"I'm a starfighter pilot, presumably under a woman named General Leia Organa, I've got an astromech with the designation BB-8." He ducks a branch, scanning their surroundings continuously as they move. He might not be a tracker, but he's used to terrain with limited sight lines. "That's about it."

Those facts and the images that come with them aren't it. They aren't even the most visceral of his memories. But he's not about to spill about torture and escape to a stranger. He's not going to spill about it to anyone but those who require him to make his reports. "And I know those things are true."