[ Lips part to protest his abuse of her words, but any reply fails her, too slow, too quickly swept aside by the way his next question leaves her dumbfounded—not for her response, but rather, dumbfounded for what his intent could be in asking it. It must mean that he wants her to, she concludes, and maybe in doing so, that it will be enough—enough for him to forget Leia and Luke and Han and Poe and Finn and everyone else he hurt because one person forgave him. She doubts that too would have any kind of power.

More to the point, though … ]

No. [ Her answer is simple and offers no hope in the form of uncertainty, resisting his strenuous efforts to twist his words into what he would like to hear. ] There is no forgiveness, for the same reason that there's nothing that can make what you've done okay or take it back. There is only change.

[ A different future, something that won't need forgiving. Rey has seen too many people do too many terrible things in the name of survival and understood intimately their struggles for her to hold onto grudges in a truly obstructive way, but her memory is too long to forget. But just like she'd never expect to navigate the deserts of Jakku based on what it had looked like before the X'us'R'iia came through, she would not make her estimation of Kylo Ren or anyone else based on who they were before—only who they were in that moment.

It seemed like a failed effort, a hopeless task, to articulate as much, so she instead left it at that. Picking herself up off the ground, she trudged closer to the treeline. ]

If you're not going to sleep, I will.