[If only Rey knew how many times Carlisle has had this conversation, because she might be more understanding. As it is, she can't help but feel like her grief is being ignored, and for the next few moments all reason is blurred.]

That's not the point. It doesn't matter whether I lived or died back then -- what matters is that she's fucking gone. Not to some better life away from all this shit. She's no longer here and no longer there. And don't you dare for a second act like you would so easily move on if the last thing Glacius ever told you were scathing words, then was taken away to die. How the fuck is anyone supposed to move on from that?!

At least if she'd left me for dead, I wouldn't have to come back hoping for her to answer for what she's done. Because I'll never get that! I'll never get to know if she really felt the same way I did! Do you -- someone who has the one you love right here and now, who you know how they feel for you -- even get what that's like?!

[Surprisingly, this might be the most Rey has ever spoken about the subject. But Rey wasn't very happy with Carlisle and Glacius' visit when they came to her. Two happily joined people seeing her shredded over such a loss like a damned spectacle. She knows that wasn't their intention. She knows they meant well. She knows that they didn't want to hurt her when she was still hurting. Yet it did, and she feels wretched for it.]