The party is finally winding down by the time Nick makes his way over to Rey. While both of them had the good sense not to participate -- or pick up their gun, or in Rey's case, leave the gun in one piece -- it seems they still get a reward. Nick doesn't admit it aloud, but he smiles at his duck with a half-grin, finding more amusement in it than he has for this entire event. It's a small consolation prize, one that is painfully silly in the face of several people having been hunted, shot down, left unconscious, and then vanishing entirely, leaving those who cared for them to worry whether or not they'd actually died, or if it was all a part of the game. Given the gods and the previous compulsions that pitted people against one another, it wouldn't be an entirely surprising conclusion for people to kick the bucket, all in the name of supposedly good fun.
Though, to be fair, the party follows a similar train of thought. The gods seem to think a party will fix everything. Though he's glad some folks manage to enjoy themselves, Nick can't help but be inwardly frustrated at their circumstances.
From the looks of it, Rey feels the same, the music and celebration all around her doing nothing for her mood. She's folded up by herself, likely still reeling from the mess this paintball nonsense made. He'd have worded his sentiments differently, but he can't help but agree with the post she made on the network. People were quick to turn on her, claiming it was all a game, for a competition. They didn't stop to think about the looming presence of the Null and how easily they could have infiltrated the city with half the population out cold; they didn't think about how their drive to shoot one another could easily turn bloody.
Especially with Rey involved. Nick does worry about her, especially when it comes to balancing her emotions. She might have been against the event, but she gave Rage a good meal all the same. Still, he prefers that to her having none at all.
With her head down, Rey might spot Nick's shoes as they stop before her. "Hey. You ready to head home?"
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Though, to be fair, the party follows a similar train of thought. The gods seem to think a party will fix everything. Though he's glad some folks manage to enjoy themselves, Nick can't help but be inwardly frustrated at their circumstances.
From the looks of it, Rey feels the same, the music and celebration all around her doing nothing for her mood. She's folded up by herself, likely still reeling from the mess this paintball nonsense made. He'd have worded his sentiments differently, but he can't help but agree with the post she made on the network. People were quick to turn on her, claiming it was all a game, for a competition. They didn't stop to think about the looming presence of the Null and how easily they could have infiltrated the city with half the population out cold; they didn't think about how their drive to shoot one another could easily turn bloody.
Especially with Rey involved. Nick does worry about her, especially when it comes to balancing her emotions. She might have been against the event, but she gave Rage a good meal all the same. Still, he prefers that to her having none at all.
With her head down, Rey might spot Nick's shoes as they stop before her. "Hey. You ready to head home?"