You're right, Rey, I don't know much about you. However, I would like to change that.

[Again, a simple truth. It's devoid of blame or exasperation. There's no need or point for either, especially not when Rey is so clearly wounded already.]

To start, I think I can offer more empathy than most when it comes to unleashing a monster upon the galaxy.

[Maybe they can find some common ground there. Some macabre common ground, sure, but common ground nonetheless.]