Nick sighs audibly -- it seems louder in his head, probably because he's not much more than an electronic projection on a mindscape rather than a physical being. He did not want to have to go through this, now, of all times. As much as he wants answers about his brother and about what he did to him, Nick refocuses on who is important right now: Rey. He has to keep going for her, even if he has to trudge through fragments of memory, not knowing what's his and what's hers. He has trouble enough knowing where the real Nick ends and he begins.

He doesn't have a choice, though. He sets his eyes on the corridor before him and keeps going, ignoring the walls beside him as they go from solid to glass, the blank rooms beyond the barriers as seemingly endless as the hall itself.