[ She knows. She meant to hurt him, in the moment — because that felt like the only way to convince him he wasn't in love with her, or that even if he was, it wouldn't be the way he hoped it would. In hindsight, it was probably stupid to think she could shake Poe Dameron so easily anyway — especially with such half-hearted efforts, lies that were cruel but also transparent. Pain she caused him for nothing. Dwelling on that, watching Poe's back as he walks away now makes an odd little pang flare up in her chest. She said she loves him, but she's been so unfair to him. Unkind. And even after all the lies, he still came looking for her. Still slept in her bed, waiting for her. He...

Fuck. Fuck's sake.

She wishes Rex wouldn't call her out on these things. She wishes Rex wasn't always so fucking right. Andy just makes a low, frustrated noise as she covers her face in one hand, tired and still half-annoyed with everything — herself most of all. ]

I can't take it back. [ The words are low, barely there and weary. ] I... [ A huffing exhale. ] I'm not any fucking good at this. I knew I wouldn't be. I tried to tell you — [ She grits her teeth, funneling her frustration into an attempt to stand up, bracing herself against the wall. ] I didn't mean to love either of you so much. I didn't mean to need you. And I don't understand why it doesn't scare you or him like it fucking scares me.