Rey comes close to slamming the shotglass down over the counter at Firo's reply, but takes a quiet moment to do so more gently instead, giving him a sidelong look.
"In all fairness, you wouldn't have the same problem most people would if they ran into trouble down the wrong street."
Firo also isn't what Rey would call normal people, either. But she keeps that opinion to herself, when she's already committed to the fact that she's not going to turn around and make this be about his own immortality in her stead.
Taking a moment to actually consider her words before making yet another thoughtless retort, she turns her head towards him this time to look him in the eye. "Let me rephrase what I just said -- if I was human, I would be dead several times over. In fact, if I wasn't the way I am, do you think I'd be here sitting next to you now after getting blown up so horribly that parts of my body were falling off? Or that I would be able to walk away from being hit by a speeding car without a broken bone or scrape?" She brings her two-fingered hand over the newer scar in her windpipe. "Would I be able to talk to you this way after being brutally beaten down by a mob and stabbed in the throat?" Her hand then lifts to point to her temple. "How about falling down a thousand-foot building with a bullet in my head, only to wake up two years later with a completely reconstructed body and the memories of how I'd died over and over as different versions of myself?"
Shrugging a shoulder, Rey drops her hand down to her glass and calmly takes another shot. She isn't angry, seething, or even shaken when she speaks, but talking as though she were just explaining something as simple as playing an instrument.
"Not saying all of this to be down on myself this time, Firo. Honest. Just, does it really matter whether I consider myself human or not anymore? I'm still here, and with you. Right now, that's more than I've ever done for myself."
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"In all fairness, you wouldn't have the same problem most people would if they ran into trouble down the wrong street."
Firo also isn't what Rey would call normal people, either. But she keeps that opinion to herself, when she's already committed to the fact that she's not going to turn around and make this be about his own immortality in her stead.
Taking a moment to actually consider her words before making yet another thoughtless retort, she turns her head towards him this time to look him in the eye. "Let me rephrase what I just said -- if I was human, I would be dead several times over. In fact, if I wasn't the way I am, do you think I'd be here sitting next to you now after getting blown up so horribly that parts of my body were falling off? Or that I would be able to walk away from being hit by a speeding car without a broken bone or scrape?" She brings her two-fingered hand over the newer scar in her windpipe. "Would I be able to talk to you this way after being brutally beaten down by a mob and stabbed in the throat?" Her hand then lifts to point to her temple. "How about falling down a thousand-foot building with a bullet in my head, only to wake up two years later with a completely reconstructed body and the memories of how I'd died over and over as different versions of myself?"
Shrugging a shoulder, Rey drops her hand down to her glass and calmly takes another shot. She isn't angry, seething, or even shaken when she speaks, but talking as though she were just explaining something as simple as playing an instrument.
"Not saying all of this to be down on myself this time, Firo. Honest. Just, does it really matter whether I consider myself human or not anymore? I'm still here, and with you. Right now, that's more than I've ever done for myself."
Allowing herself to have a friend, that is.