Rey had experienced hardship in her previous life. She had a controlling mother who wanted to hide her from the rest of the world. Instead of becoming cruel and manipulative like her, the young woman found her own path. Perhaps fate or destiny wanted her to walk a similar path before her loves found her...all speculation, but looking at the house she grew up in...she felt nothing.

No attachment. No happy feelings, just disinterest.

"Unkar Plutt..." she whispered, taking a deep breath to ground herself and simply moved on with Poe and Finn. Her free hand tucking itself into the pocket of her coat.

"It was a long time ago. I don't think about it these days." They weren't thinking about, and honestly she was in a better place. She squeezed Finn's hand and leaned in to shyly kiss his cheek, hoping the affection would help change the mood.