[Despite her clearly emotional pleas, the sight just makes him wish he could still run away now. He should be able to make her forget him, that old memory too, and then she wouldn't be crying now and he could forget this conversation, too. But he can't. He doesn't know what to do, and some of that shows in the obstinate indignance of his response.]

It is better! Rhys doesn't need my help. Maybe he's forgotten me by now. He should.

[He doesn't want to talk about this anymore. He's very close to just walking away, as that's unfortunately the closest he can get to invisibility here.]

[But he barely manages not to, because he remembers Ahsoka's memory, her insistence on choosing life, the tear that Rex had shed. He should be trying to help her. They should talk about that instead.]

Those soldiers, in your memory. Did you fight them?