It shouldn't come as any surprise that Nick wouldn't accept Rey's recognition for what he's done for her. He might not want to see it, but she can't ignore it, either.
Reluctant, she slides her hand away from Nick's for the moment, her mouth tightening into a frown as she struggles with her warring feelings regarding what has happened to them and between them in all the time they've known each other.
"You know, we never got to live together. Not really," Rey says in a quiet tone. Several moments of silence have passed before she allows herself to speak again. "Was still underground, and she was... gone, by the time I ever saw the surface. Barely even got to spend much time outside of that damned glass cage they had me in."
She scoffs despite herself, thinking about the many conversations she and Undine had during that time. How most of it was academic and not, say, about relationships, what they were eating that night, what Rey wanted to be, who she wanted to be...
Her jaw locks up. "I'm not happy with what they did to her. What they made you have to do. But I... I never got to do the things we were able to do together then. Have dinner together. Walk in the park. Just talk. Never got to have that, and never will. All I have is that memory of her that was here."
Undine was here. She died here as well. Hell, she might have even been born by the logic that this place manipulates.
Hand covering her face, shielding her eyes, Rey releases a shaky breath as she continues. "I never got to have a mother and father and family like that, and I never will... And. The worst part? The worst part isn't that none of it was even real -- it's that I got to have something I'll never have--" Teeth clenched, she hisses: "--and I want it back if it could have been real."
That life, that family. Her mother. Even if it wasn't real, and something so far beyond her reach, she was happy that such memories far beyond her own imagination even exist.
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Date: 2017-08-10 03:41 am (UTC)Reluctant, she slides her hand away from Nick's for the moment, her mouth tightening into a frown as she struggles with her warring feelings regarding what has happened to them and between them in all the time they've known each other.
"You know, we never got to live together. Not really," Rey says in a quiet tone. Several moments of silence have passed before she allows herself to speak again. "Was still underground, and she was... gone, by the time I ever saw the surface. Barely even got to spend much time outside of that damned glass cage they had me in."
She scoffs despite herself, thinking about the many conversations she and Undine had during that time. How most of it was academic and not, say, about relationships, what they were eating that night, what Rey wanted to be, who she wanted to be...
Her jaw locks up. "I'm not happy with what they did to her. What they made you have to do. But I... I never got to do the things we were able to do together then. Have dinner together. Walk in the park. Just talk. Never got to have that, and never will. All I have is that memory of her that was here."
Undine was here. She died here as well. Hell, she might have even been born by the logic that this place manipulates.
Hand covering her face, shielding her eyes, Rey releases a shaky breath as she continues. "I never got to have a mother and father and family like that, and I never will... And. The worst part? The worst part isn't that none of it was even real -- it's that I got to have something I'll never have--" Teeth clenched, she hisses: "--and I want it back if it could have been real."
That life, that family. Her mother. Even if it wasn't real, and something so far beyond her reach, she was happy that such memories far beyond her own imagination even exist.
How utterly pathetic she must be.