Undine had thanked him, and just like her, Rey's gratitude might as well be a bullet through his own, mechanical heart. Though Nick knows Rey means it, that her sincerity is as real as the ghost of Undine's love had been for her daughter, there's something about being thanked for killing someone that doesn't sit well with him. It can't to someone like Nick, who lives for justice and doing the right thing.
There was no 'right thing' in this case. There was no justice; only gods hungry for emotions, and taking them any way they could, no matter who they had to damn along the way.
His eyes hit the table before he closes them; he puts a hand to his brow, struggling to deal with the images that keep coming to the top of his computerized mind. The longer he dwells on them, the harder it is to keep what happened to Jenny separate from Undine. He knows they were two separate incidents in two different times and two different worlds, but the heartache feels the same.
"I know you'd have done the same for me," he utters from behind his hand, "but I don't deserve thanks for what happened. I don't think I want it."
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Date: 2017-08-09 05:31 am (UTC)There was no 'right thing' in this case. There was no justice; only gods hungry for emotions, and taking them any way they could, no matter who they had to damn along the way.
His eyes hit the table before he closes them; he puts a hand to his brow, struggling to deal with the images that keep coming to the top of his computerized mind. The longer he dwells on them, the harder it is to keep what happened to Jenny separate from Undine. He knows they were two separate incidents in two different times and two different worlds, but the heartache feels the same.
"I know you'd have done the same for me," he utters from behind his hand, "but I don't deserve thanks for what happened. I don't think I want it."