Birds of a feather, as they say. That's what they are, despite all of their differences. At the core, there's not much that sets them apart.
Her throat tightens as Nick reaches out. Her hand draws down her face to look him in the eye when he speaks. The way he brings himself down again by not being the real Nick, by these memories that belong to neither him nor her -- that isn't something she can really abide.
"It wasn't all fake," Rey tells him after she gathers her thoughts for a few seconds. "At least, I don't think it was."
The feelings she had about Nick, her mother... It was a nice dream, but there was some truth there as well.
Hell, even Maketh...
Rey locks up her thought there. She'll figure out the deal with Maketh eventually.
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Date: 2017-08-20 01:45 am (UTC)Her throat tightens as Nick reaches out. Her hand draws down her face to look him in the eye when he speaks. The way he brings himself down again by not being the real Nick, by these memories that belong to neither him nor her -- that isn't something she can really abide.
"It wasn't all fake," Rey tells him after she gathers her thoughts for a few seconds. "At least, I don't think it was."
The feelings she had about Nick, her mother... It was a nice dream, but there was some truth there as well.
Hell, even Maketh...
Rey locks up her thought there. She'll figure out the deal with Maketh eventually.