[Rey doesn't make any effort to interrupt Jake as he speaks, and she remains silent for a while after he finishes, swirling her half-finished kompot around in its jar.]

...it feels right for me, too.

[Again, silence, more swirling kompot.

...]

...I think I've worked out what's...bothering me so much about it. What Cynthia said.

I'm jealous.

[This time, there's only a second' pause before Rey continues, her voice picking up a slight amount of speed as she continues to talk.]

I wish I had her viewpoint. I wish that it didn't feel so easy to kill the bad people, the ones who deserve to die, who should die. I've killed before, and I don't regret any of it. I did what had to be done. But the idea of it just seemed so abhorrent to her and it made me feel like some sort of...I don't know, a monster, or something like that, and I know that wasn't her intention but I just...

[Shaking her head, Rey stares determinedly at the ground.]

...needed to vent, I suppose. Sorry, I just...knew you'd understand. Better than most.