The honest answer comes with more gratitude than Nick probably knows. Or maybe he does, just as Rey had extended the same honesty to him. There's no sense in lying when one would just as easily call the other out on such a feeble bluff.
Rey grimaces at the mention of the Null, both knowing that there's more going on and exactly what it is that troubles them about their enemy. It's a familiar battle to her, too. Synthetics, driven mad by emotions. Only they want to destroy the very force that manipulated them, rather than become more than what they are. Still, she probably understands the nature of this beast better than most, with Nick being an exception.
She lowers her arms as Nick continues, hands crossing over each other on the table.
If not for the fact that he had already told Rey about his -- the original Nick's -- lost love and how she died, it would have been easier to dismiss these last couple months as being typical grief. There's nothing 'typical' about this, though, and she knows that. She also still feels those wounds, still fresh and bloody, and can imagine what the pain must be like for Nick. She's been there. She still is.
"I'm sorry," she tells him, like she's the one to blame for his pain. It was her mother, after all. The woman he had put down, and then subsequently lived a life where they were happy husband and wife -- however the hell that worked. "I brought that in. It was my..."
Not her fault. Feels like it is, though. Her mother's fate is on her conscience. Nick shouldn't have to share it.
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Date: 2017-08-04 02:21 pm (UTC)Rey grimaces at the mention of the Null, both knowing that there's more going on and exactly what it is that troubles them about their enemy. It's a familiar battle to her, too. Synthetics, driven mad by emotions. Only they want to destroy the very force that manipulated them, rather than become more than what they are. Still, she probably understands the nature of this beast better than most, with Nick being an exception.
She lowers her arms as Nick continues, hands crossing over each other on the table.
If not for the fact that he had already told Rey about his -- the original Nick's -- lost love and how she died, it would have been easier to dismiss these last couple months as being typical grief. There's nothing 'typical' about this, though, and she knows that. She also still feels those wounds, still fresh and bloody, and can imagine what the pain must be like for Nick. She's been there. She still is.
"I'm sorry," she tells him, like she's the one to blame for his pain. It was her mother, after all. The woman he had put down, and then subsequently lived a life where they were happy husband and wife -- however the hell that worked. "I brought that in. It was my..."
Not her fault. Feels like it is, though. Her mother's fate is on her conscience. Nick shouldn't have to share it.