Nick's insistence is firm; this is not her fault. None of it is. He's having a hard enough time reminding himself of that, given how jumbled those flashes of memory seem to be these days. Even as he says that, he can hear someone telling him the same thing, a long dead echo reverberating in the back of his mind.
This isn't your fault, Nick.
He'd been angry at the time, furious to hear those words. He was confused when he'd heard them again in the wastes, before he realized the synth he'd become -- the human he'd never truly been, despite those memories. Now, that reassurance just wears on him. Jenny hadn't been his fault, and in a way, Undine wasn't... but he'd been the one to put the bullet in her. He'd been made an accessory, used like a tool.
His hand is back at his temple as he takes the sitting chair near the bed; he's still trying to shut out the auditory feedback playing in his mind, but it's an old recording he can't quite erase.
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Date: 2017-08-23 11:54 pm (UTC)Nick's insistence is firm; this is not her fault. None of it is. He's having a hard enough time reminding himself of that, given how jumbled those flashes of memory seem to be these days. Even as he says that, he can hear someone telling him the same thing, a long dead echo reverberating in the back of his mind.
This isn't your fault, Nick.
He'd been angry at the time, furious to hear those words. He was confused when he'd heard them again in the wastes, before he realized the synth he'd become -- the human he'd never truly been, despite those memories. Now, that reassurance just wears on him. Jenny hadn't been his fault, and in a way, Undine wasn't... but he'd been the one to put the bullet in her. He'd been made an accessory, used like a tool.
His hand is back at his temple as he takes the sitting chair near the bed; he's still trying to shut out the auditory feedback playing in his mind, but it's an old recording he can't quite erase.