Whether it's necessary or not, Rey's hold also tightens around Nick when he drops his cane in order to return the gesture. She didn't expect him to. In fact, she was trying not to expect much of anything, but spite didn't seem becoming of Nick. It still doesn't, after everything that they've been through.

What he says hurts, though, and not in the same way as when he had doubted her in the first place. It's that she had made him doubt her, possibly even doubt himself in a way. Knowing how people treat his kind as things less than human, as mere machines, there's nothing worse than getting the same treatment from someone you care about. Though it wasn't her thoughts and feelings at the time, that lingering resentment remains like the many scars she's put on her skin.

Hearing the way he speaks doesn't help to ease the guilt, but she doesn't have the option to pull away. She doesn't want to.

"I'm sorry." A shuddering exhale escapes her lungs as Rey lifts her head, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I wasn't sure if you could forgive me. Honestly, I was more afraid of what would happen if you did."

Forgiveness is a complicated issue with Rey. She still hasn't forgiven herself for the things she has done, if she ever could do such a thing. How could she ever look for it from others?