The hairs on the back of her own neck stand on end in the silence that follows. Rey doesn't move. She's frozen.

"Yes," she finally says. "I can't... I can't see that person again. That weak, disgusting thing that let a good woman die. That took so long to make it right, the only way it could."

She resents that piece of herself. The last thing she wants is to see it in the mirror.