It isn't often that Rey finds herself faced with some moral quandary, but she can't help but sympathize with the new arrivals. And if anyone should be more suited to help explain this place, it may as well be the last person standing who's seen things since the beginning.
"If you want some divine reason as to why you're really here, then sorry to disappoint, but there is none. There's no rhyme or reason or fate that brought you here, just shit luck. Some assholes decided to mess around with wormholes and now we're stuck here until some fluke sends us home or we die. That's it."
Bitter, much? Yes, she's quite bitter with many things during her tenure in this universe. She's angry that she's seen so many people come and go, and yet she's still here, and at the notion that, more than once, she has been used as someone's puppet to do things against her will. If at any point she were to be given the opportunity to snatch her own agency, to make her own choices, then so help her she will take it.
Her eyes narrow at Ieza's accusatory finger. She huffs. It's a good thing that the ones she deems as family aren't here to listen to this. "Of course they're not blood, but that doesn't make them any less like-family."
As someone who had spent most of her life with only a horrid concept of familial attachments, Rey is willing to hold onto the one good thing she has going right now.
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It isn't often that Rey finds herself faced with some moral quandary, but she can't help but sympathize with the new arrivals. And if anyone should be more suited to help explain this place, it may as well be the last person standing who's seen things since the beginning.
"If you want some divine reason as to why you're really here, then sorry to disappoint, but there is none. There's no rhyme or reason or fate that brought you here, just shit luck. Some assholes decided to mess around with wormholes and now we're stuck here until some fluke sends us home or we die. That's it."
Bitter, much? Yes, she's quite bitter with many things during her tenure in this universe. She's angry that she's seen so many people come and go, and yet she's still here, and at the notion that, more than once, she has been used as someone's puppet to do things against her will. If at any point she were to be given the opportunity to snatch her own agency, to make her own choices, then so help her she will take it.
Her eyes narrow at Ieza's accusatory finger. She huffs. It's a good thing that the ones she deems as family aren't here to listen to this. "Of course they're not blood, but that doesn't make them any less like-family."
As someone who had spent most of her life with only a horrid concept of familial attachments, Rey is willing to hold onto the one good thing she has going right now.