The vivid details of her madness will never not haunt her. The sort of person she had become, the people she had hurt, including even herself... It's hard to forgive, let alone forget.

At William's question, though, she nods. "No worries, things are different now. Better. It's been a long time since things were that bad." She pauses, biting the inside of her mouth. Though she may not have harmed herself physically during her tenure aboard the Tranquility, she did plenty of harm psychologically at one point. But then she shakes her head, thinking about what William just said. "Don't really want to die. Not anymore, at least."

To Rey it's as simple as that. Dying had been so prevalent throughout her lifetimes that it doesn't feel like such a big deal, except that she had made her father promise to stop bringing her back.

This is it. Her final life. No more resets.