It's not weak. You aren't weak.

[It comes out before she can stop it, and a whole lot angrier than she would have liked. She takes a breath and steadies the shaking again.]

And it's not the hawk that makes you that way, either.

[Well, she went from pissed to bitter. Not really better. Come on, Rachel, get a grip-]

Nobody could go through what you want through and not be messed up by it. That doesn't mean you're weak. You survived.