"And you stripped it for your armor?" Krennic asked, the corners of his lips quirking up. "Ingenius, and a connection back to our Emperor." He approved, that much was obvious, as he turned toward her, not letting their knees touch because he was far too polite for that, too proper. And, yes, he was leaving things out of his ascendance to power in the Empire, but that was to be expected. It was a long tale, and one that would likely be very boring to anyone who wasn't him.
And it would, of course, reveal a lot about himself and his methods, which wasn't something he was about to do after just meeting someone, as interesting as Phasma was. "Deconstruction was the ultimate goal of my construction." He offered with a simple shrug, as if the power to destroy planets, the power that did destroy a planet, was something unremarkable.
"Ah, yes, FN-2187." Krennic continued with a nod. "Lord Ren went on about him at length. You must have thousands upon thousands of troops. One outlier does not render all your hard work invalid." Of course, one flaw had rendered the Death Star invalid but that was Galen's fault, not Krennic's. "And he is here, is he not? I'm sure you'll find a chance to study him properly, find out what inside his brain made him break."