At least she doesn't deny the hypocrisy of it -- mostly. In a way, Rey is the same. Her expression is unwavering, neutral as she continues staring at the stage, her focus no longer on the dancer but the shapes. Just shapes.

"And what standard is that? That your life and the lives only you cherish have more meaning than others? That's just an excuse to make yourself feel better, that you're not an ant just like every other life in the universe, down to the microscopic organisms. That's just self-important and vain."

She downs the rest of her drink. Maybe the bottom of it will tell her where all this is coming from so suddenly.