Not even Rey herself is entirely sure what she'd meant, or what she was trying to say. It isn't that she can't feel the same way as Firo, because she does. And perhaps that is the part that rattles her.

Shaking her head, she goes to move her other hand over his but freezes. Her vision's been cloudy and chest tight; she goes instead to dry her face with the back of her hand, feeling an only vaguely familiar stream of tears falling from her eyes. She hadn't even realized that they'd started since Firo went to touch her.

Despite that, she's forced a strained smile and a single pained laugh. Somehow, Rey finds the words to tell him, "No, don't. That's how selfish I've become now -- I don't want you to stop."

Wanting to love and be loved still seems like two separate things to Rey, one feeling more avaricious than the other. Perhaps the truth is that she just didn't think about how intense love would actually be; that she expected it'd be different for other people. But it turns out that it's not that much different, after all.