Though she can make a few guesses as to 'why', Rey has a pretty good idea on 'how' Nick escaped. That's assuming that what she saw in his head was real, even if there's no reason why he would imagine his own departure from this Institute like that.
After a moment, she falls quiet, focusing on both the information matching the keystrokes and Nick himself.
"It's... probably going to take me a while longer to figure some of what I'm seeing out. Don't think it'll be possible to do in one sitting."
There's an instant of relief that crosses Nick's face, something he'd rather Rey didn't see. For all the times he's told her to come talk to him if she has a problem, here is his putting off his own. He wants answers, there's no doubt about it... and yet, he's a little afraid of what they're going to find in there when they start delving into his muddled memories. He has to know, but how much does he really want to?
It's a conundrum, and one that makes Nick uncomfortable even in his own synthetic skin. That's something he hasn't felt to any strong degree in a while, but damn if he can't help but feel it now as his mind wanders, still focusing on half-faded, half-fictional memories of times and lives he never truly lived.
He nods. "Yeah, I figured there'd be a lot to go through. Just take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Frustrated as Rey is that there's still so much she to learn, she sighs. Nick is visibly relieved, though, which means he's probably about as ready for this as she is. Which is to say that they're not prepared for this at all.
"Right." She tried not to point out the futility of his statement, and just would rather that it be true. There's only so much that she can handle weighing on her mind before it gets to be too much. "Well, wouldn't want to scramble up your brain because we got too eager to dive in."
Or her own brain, for that matter. But that's a given concern, knowing how Nick thinks.
"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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After a moment, she falls quiet, focusing on both the information matching the keystrokes and Nick himself.
"It's... probably going to take me a while longer to figure some of what I'm seeing out. Don't think it'll be possible to do in one sitting."
Of course. That'd be too easy.
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It's a conundrum, and one that makes Nick uncomfortable even in his own synthetic skin. That's something he hasn't felt to any strong degree in a while, but damn if he can't help but feel it now as his mind wanders, still focusing on half-faded, half-fictional memories of times and lives he never truly lived.
He nods. "Yeah, I figured there'd be a lot to go through. Just take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Not if he can help it, at least.
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"Right." She tried not to point out the futility of his statement, and just would rather that it be true. There's only so much that she can handle weighing on her mind before it gets to be too much. "Well, wouldn't want to scramble up your brain because we got too eager to dive in."
Or her own brain, for that matter. But that's a given concern, knowing how Nick thinks.
It's a start, at least.
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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.