It wasn't nearly as difficult a question for Dolores. She had been questioning who she was for longer than she realized, but now, it was constantly on her mind. She nodded.
"All the time."
It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. All her life, she had been helpless, victim to horrible people doing terrible things with no hope of being able to stop them. Now, she was no longer a damsel. She wasn't helpless. She wasn't stuck in Sweetwater, on her daddy's farm, waiting for Teddy to return every week.
But along with that was the realization that her life wasn't real. Her world wasn't real. It was someone's dream, come to life, built with his own hands so he could play God and let others play God, too. She, her family, and everyone she'd ever known, were all toys, trapped in a world within a world. She still didn't know how to feel about that.
She didn't realize she'd fallen quiet for a few moments, her eyes briefly losing their focus; when she did, she blinked a few times, looking at Obi-Wan.
"Sorry," she said. "My mind just wanders, sometimes."