It's good to know that Firo is in complete understanding, at least about that much. In a way, he probably gets it from firsthand experience than even Nick does. Nick's imprinted memories made him who he is, while Firo was already someone before he had acquired the minds of others.

Hand resting on the brim of her shotglass, Rey thinks on his question just then, staring at the line of bottles on the wall ahead. She tilts the foot of the glass in circles, swishing around the liquor inside. "Guess you don't. Things like these, you don't have any other option but to think on it."

Something which Firo doesn't seem to be too fond of.

"I just know that it beats the alternative. They're a mess, but without them, I would be easier to control. It isn't hard to manipulate someone lacking in much life experience beyond the walls of a glass prison."

Surely there was more to it than that, but Rey doesn't understand it any more than Firo would. Somehow, unlocking those memories overrode whatever influence that made her more vulnerable to persuasion. Maybe she'd have been an easier puppet for the gods, if those very strings were still attached to her brain.