[ She doesn't flinch away, though she should. Not so long ago, she had told him what a poison he had been for her. But she isn't being drawn into it now. For the first time, it feels like this conversation is happening out in the open. Her hurt and her hope are both bare on her face, unabashed. ]

They weren't. They made a mistake. Just like you did. [ Rey reaches up to place one hand against his chest. Comfort, but also a flat palm keeping some distance. She isn't ready to let the heightened emotions of the moment push them back into anything haphazardly. ] But your father loved you. He tried to make it right. Your mother, too.

[ In different ways, that Rey isn't nearly as qualified to describe, but which she knows with utter confidence. ]