If it helps, Rey can't even bring herself to look at Firo anymore to note his face, otherwise she could've easily attempted to draw attention to that. But she just nods at his thanks, and exhales a strained breath.
The answer to such a simple question shouldn't be so fucking difficult to figure out, but for a moment Rey feels more like retreating into her own head, trying to sort through the jumble of words to describe what feels like the indescribable.
She continues rocking the shotglass with the one forefinger on her right hand in silence, her shoulders slacking as she opens her mouth to speak, but no reply can be formed yet. Instead, she practically deflates over the counter, slumping over it in defeat with only the glass she's still fiddling with in front of her face, chin resting against the surface. For someone who claimed sobriety just a moment ago, Rey's definitely carrying herself like a person who is... not, even if she doesn't slur when she does speak...
"Feelings. The way you feel about Ennis, and--" She pauses, already not off to a good start with this. Then suddenly the shotglass slips and lands on its side with a clank. Rey blinks, and narrows her eyes at it. "Suppose I just don't understand -- why something like me would ever be allowed to feel anything like that about someone. Some of it makes sense to help better imitate people, but what's the point in making something that was intended to be a tool to ever-- feel those things towards another person?"
Of course, it was never the intention of her original makers for her and her brother to be utilized for violence. Things just turned out that way because of how they ended up. Rey doesn't entirely know about that, though.
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The answer to such a simple question shouldn't be so fucking difficult to figure out, but for a moment Rey feels more like retreating into her own head, trying to sort through the jumble of words to describe what feels like the indescribable.
She continues rocking the shotglass with the one forefinger on her right hand in silence, her shoulders slacking as she opens her mouth to speak, but no reply can be formed yet. Instead, she practically deflates over the counter, slumping over it in defeat with only the glass she's still fiddling with in front of her face, chin resting against the surface. For someone who claimed sobriety just a moment ago, Rey's definitely carrying herself like a person who is... not, even if she doesn't slur when she does speak...
"Feelings. The way you feel about Ennis, and--" She pauses, already not off to a good start with this. Then suddenly the shotglass slips and lands on its side with a clank. Rey blinks, and narrows her eyes at it. "Suppose I just don't understand -- why something like me would ever be allowed to feel anything like that about someone. Some of it makes sense to help better imitate people, but what's the point in making something that was intended to be a tool to ever-- feel those things towards another person?"
Of course, it was never the intention of her original makers for her and her brother to be utilized for violence. Things just turned out that way because of how they ended up. Rey doesn't entirely know about that, though.