[Nick understands that need for structure; he understands how rules and the chain of command help some people, even if he is against taking it to an extreme, abusing the power like Maketh did. He's met enough soldiers and cops to know that some folks prefer to just do what their told, never questioning the higher-ups and their decisions. There was a time the real Nick might have done that, and look where it got him.
However, he also understands loss, and the feeling of being left alone in the world because of it. He understands the struggle of finding a place and a purpose. He knows firsthand what it's like to have to forge an identity, something other than what a person -- machine or otherwise -- was made for. Nick the synth has been there, and still deals with it even now as he's stepped into this new position within the Guard. Maketh has been gone for months now, and he's still trying to figure out just what it is he brings to the table as the co-head of the Guard. He's not military like Maketh was, not a charismatic fighter like Henry. He has a far different perspective.
Maybe that's why, despite that he's not comfortable with this 'handler' concept, Nick does his best to find a compromise between their individual ideologies. He hasn't worked closely with Rome, but he's never known the guy to be anything but dedicated to the Guard -- maybe that was all because of Maketh, but even with her gone, he's still here. This is the first time, as far as Nick knows, that Rome has really crossed a line, and as much of a doozy as it is, there are some extenuating circumstances at play. That makes him reluctant to immediately pin Rome as entirely untrustworthy. Counts for something, indeed.
The problem is if Rome is still operating under this whole 'handler' rhetoric, they'd better make sure whomever is next in line isn't the type who'd greet a fella with one hand and stab him in the back with the other. From the message earlier, Rome seemed to imply he is the next step on the ladder. Nick pulls in a breath, pushing out a quiet sigh. Change isn't easy. He knows that well, too.]
Look. I appreciate you bringing this up... and better late than never. [He's just glad it's not too late.] You're gonna have to learn to make your own decisions sometime, but until then, I'll do what I can, if that's what'll help. All right?
[The look in his glowing eyes is one of sincerity, his tone even once more as he speaks. He might not be happy about this stray god killer situation, but he's not the sort to stew in his anger. He's the type to try to make things work.
And perhaps that's why Nick is right for this position within the Guard, no matter how much he doubts it sometimes.]
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However, he also understands loss, and the feeling of being left alone in the world because of it. He understands the struggle of finding a place and a purpose. He knows firsthand what it's like to have to forge an identity, something other than what a person -- machine or otherwise -- was made for. Nick the synth has been there, and still deals with it even now as he's stepped into this new position within the Guard. Maketh has been gone for months now, and he's still trying to figure out just what it is he brings to the table as the co-head of the Guard. He's not military like Maketh was, not a charismatic fighter like Henry. He has a far different perspective.
Maybe that's why, despite that he's not comfortable with this 'handler' concept, Nick does his best to find a compromise between their individual ideologies. He hasn't worked closely with Rome, but he's never known the guy to be anything but dedicated to the Guard -- maybe that was all because of Maketh, but even with her gone, he's still here. This is the first time, as far as Nick knows, that Rome has really crossed a line, and as much of a doozy as it is, there are some extenuating circumstances at play. That makes him reluctant to immediately pin Rome as entirely untrustworthy. Counts for something, indeed.
The problem is if Rome is still operating under this whole 'handler' rhetoric, they'd better make sure whomever is next in line isn't the type who'd greet a fella with one hand and stab him in the back with the other. From the message earlier, Rome seemed to imply he is the next step on the ladder. Nick pulls in a breath, pushing out a quiet sigh. Change isn't easy. He knows that well, too.]
Look. I appreciate you bringing this up... and better late than never. [He's just glad it's not too late.] You're gonna have to learn to make your own decisions sometime, but until then, I'll do what I can, if that's what'll help. All right?
[The look in his glowing eyes is one of sincerity, his tone even once more as he speaks. He might not be happy about this stray god killer situation, but he's not the sort to stew in his anger. He's the type to try to make things work.
And perhaps that's why Nick is right for this position within the Guard, no matter how much he doubts it sometimes.]