[How many people wouldn't just recoil in revulsion at the thought of a man-eating humanoid, feasting off flesh in order to survive? Rey would. She listens, expressionless. Rather than leaving while she has the chance -- because it's far too late for that now -- she approaches the Rosie's spot on the rooftop. Rey steps up, standing beside where Rosie is now sitting. Just listening, standing there on the edge, as the other is. That alone has to be something.

[After a long silence, she speaks, her gaze fixed on the long space between them and the street below:] Killed myself once on a place like this. It was higher, though. Had the sense to take my brother's gun, and-- [She illustrates her actions by forming a gun gesture with her hand, bringing it to the side of her skull, before pulling back her thumb.] Bang. Would have probably died from the fall alone, but... just for safe measure.

[She's quiet again; her stiff rigid posture unwavering.]

Must have been torn up to hell. Took a couple years for my father to put me back together. Make sure everything in the brainpan was intact, for how much that's worth. [Shrug.] Wasn't the first time, dying. Was always put back together. But that time, I was pretty fucking pissed. Being alive was the last thing I wanted.

[Rey scoffs despite the subject matter.] Food tasted like shit before that, too. But there were worst things to be worried about. The "kill code" in my head would always make me a danger to other people. That's why the trigger was pulled. That's why I didn't want to come back.

[It isn't something that she revels or takes great pride in, like she knew what was better for everyone. Her brother had issues trusting her. Trusting other people, after that day. Her actions had a ripple effect in ways that she didn't anticipate, and makes her want to throw up.]

So, yes. Can understand why you would want to throw yourself off this ledge, probably better than most do. Don't think you should, though.