"No..." Rita's eyes widen as she looks over his face, seeking confirmation that he must be lying, or confused. He could be confused.

"That's ridiculous," she sputters, shaking her head. "We can't be... I can't be her."

If he'd told her this a day sooner, she might have accepted it easily. She and the other Rita are a lot more alike than they are different, after all. It's not exactly insulting to think that they're the same. But now, accepting it means acknowledging that her past with Ignatius was real, that she was there, and that on some level, he knows her. All of that, just the day after she denied as much.