"Not sure how much worse it could get up there," Nick says, his light tone and soft smile belying the utter truth in that statement. He gets back on his feet, offering her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading out of the room, leaving her to parse through the numbers scrolling across the screen.
As much as he wants this dealt with, he can't deny the apprehension he feels at the notion that something might be wrong up there. Maybe he's taken too many knocks helping people in the Colosseum, or maybe the gods really have managed to make a mess of it with their meddling; it could be that his processor is just getting worn out. Whatever the cause, he just hopes there's a solution for it. It didn't matter before, back in Diamond City -- he had his job, had friends, but nothing to really lose. Folks could find another detective, had other help if they needed it.
But Rey might not be able to find another synth like him -- family. And who knows how she'd take the loss. If there's one thing Nick doesn't intend to find out, it's that.
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As much as he wants this dealt with, he can't deny the apprehension he feels at the notion that something might be wrong up there. Maybe he's taken too many knocks helping people in the Colosseum, or maybe the gods really have managed to make a mess of it with their meddling; it could be that his processor is just getting worn out. Whatever the cause, he just hopes there's a solution for it. It didn't matter before, back in Diamond City -- he had his job, had friends, but nothing to really lose. Folks could find another detective, had other help if they needed it.
But Rey might not be able to find another synth like him -- family. And who knows how she'd take the loss. If there's one thing Nick doesn't intend to find out, it's that.