In some lives, opting not to think about such things didn't even occur. Some are better coping with it than others, particularly the ones who didn't care whether they were tools or soldiers. They would be used regardless.

"'In heaven, all the interesting people are missing,'" Rey says with a scoff.

Okay, maybe quoting fucking Nietzsche is a terrible idea, but the idea remains the same. Especially given Rey's own experience with death.

"Still, it's... I've known someone who I hurt, took away someone she loved during wartime. Can't help but wonder if this is what she felt like all those years." Rey falls quiet a moment, thinking. "Don't know why, but... she didn't kill me. She had more than enough chances, but it didn't seem like she ever got better."

So it probably never gets better, does it?