If she could step back and not fall onto the bed, she would. As it is she seems to almost physically withdraw into herself as he steps towards her, her expression drawn tight as she fights the tears threatening to break free. She knows he wants to touch her, most of her wants him to.

But then she sees those people, their eyes as they die, reflected in his mind. Then there's Han in her memory, screaming as she watched him fall.

A tear rolls down her cheek as she shakes her head, moving to pick up her bag, throwing it over her shoulder.

"Killing someone who hasn't done anything to you isn't ever what should be done. If the Inquisition asked that of you, maybe I don't belong here." She reaches for her lightsaber, her fingers hovering over it for a moment, hesitating, before she picks it up and clips it to her belt. "I know that's always going to be a part of you, but I thought it was in your past."