Maybe it says a lot that Rose is more familiar with the hollowing pain of grief than anything like anger. Her whole life has felt like one string of grief after another that she never had the chance to properly get over. When Charlie died, she was immediately flung into Haven. When that world was unraveling at the seams, The Door pulled her through. Her packmates left and she still hasn't quite gotten over that. One of them is still here but clearly wants nothing to do with her anymore, which. Almost hurts worse in certain ways than if he'd just disappeared with the rest of them.

Then it was Faith and now Sorrow. Rose has almost gotten used to losing people these days. Rose has gotten used to the way it stings to wake up and know they're gone, to have that lack of closure that their absence brings. But she wouldn't wish that on anyone so she's almost glad that Rey is angry. That she still has in it her to be hurt. That she isn't like Rose and just a sad shell of her former self even on the best of the days.

"I think you and I both know that's never really stopped me before." A beat. "Besides, it's been long enough since I've been laid that fucking myself is really my only option these days so... Could be worse, honestly."