Be his hesitation stem from disquiet of new information or something Nick had already known, it is of no consequence to Safronov. Even she is aware that she is not the Rey that he would rather have that conversation with, if ever again.
When the scene plays out, Nick might not be aware of the timeline of this conversation. Outside the windows reveal nothing but an abyss, but that is by no means the focus.
No, it's the blonde sitting at the desk, working on papers. "Oh,̢ ̷hell͞o. I͝ wasn̵'̕t exp̡ect̸i͏ng yo̷u.̷"
It is not Nick that she speaks to, but the Rey passing through him as though he's not there at all. She does not share in the woman's niceties, and instead gets right to the heart of the troubling matter. Any warmth in the woman's demeanor is immediately drained when Rey brings up the weapon, of a man named Hux making an agreement with the Null -- the life of a dissenter for a godkilling weapon. And then the words that Nick had only heard secondhand, now straight from the source:
Rey spares no delicacy even for the woman she's come to care so deeply for. There are no glitches or pause, no Safronov cutting in with commentary, almost as though she is as much an observer to this for the first time as Nick is.
Very quick does it become clear that the argument is one-sided. While the woman decries the other for 'betrayal', the sentiment is likewise shared with Rey, whose trust in someone she had once considered friend and ally is swiftly shattered. From guaranteeing that the woman's so-called asset of a man be destroyed to denouncing her head position on the Guard, this obviously goes nowhere fast. Rey is unrelenting, and it is none of those things that cut her deeper than what happens after what she so vehemently proclaims:
Finally, the mirror image of the two women blur. A high-pitched whine, starting out small and insignificant, echoes from the walls of the headquarters. Whether it's stress belonging to the owner of the memory or something else entirely, it's difficult to say. All that Nick can be only a helpless witness to are the sounds of fighting, of Rey restraining the other woman, of yelling and cursing and accusatory cries.
When not even her feelings of affection towards this woman has proven to make any difference, Rey is defeated, but does not give in. Instead, the memory ends with the harsh sound of her butting her head against the woman's, then a thud.
Then static. Silence. No, crying. Someone is crying. But the headquarters distorts. The strain weakens the connection to the memory, and for reasons that are hardly left a mystery.
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When the scene plays out, Nick might not be aware of the timeline of this conversation. Outside the windows reveal nothing but an abyss, but that is by no means the focus.
No, it's the blonde sitting at the desk, working on papers. "Oh,̢ ̷hell͞o. I͝ wasn̵'̕t exp̡ect̸i͏ng yo̷u.̷"
It is not Nick that she speaks to, but the Rey passing through him as though he's not there at all. She does not share in the woman's niceties, and instead gets right to the heart of the troubling matter. Any warmth in the woman's demeanor is immediately drained when Rey brings up the weapon, of a man named Hux making an agreement with the Null -- the life of a dissenter for a godkilling weapon. And then the words that Nick had only heard secondhand, now straight from the source:
"H҉e͢'҉ll at̵t̷empt͢ it͘. ͏I̛f̨ he'̴s cleve̕r,̧ h͞ę'll̡ ͠l͏ike̢l̀y҉ ̀su͞cce҉e͠d.͝ B̧ut͟ he knǫws͜ b̵e̴t͜ter t̷h͝a͏n̸ to̧ ta̵r͏ge̛t m҉y ҉Guard̛smèn̡.̧"
Rey spares no delicacy even for the woman she's come to care so deeply for. There are no glitches or pause, no Safronov cutting in with commentary, almost as though she is as much an observer to this for the first time as Nick is.
Very quick does it become clear that the argument is one-sided. While the woman decries the other for 'betrayal', the sentiment is likewise shared with Rey, whose trust in someone she had once considered friend and ally is swiftly shattered. From guaranteeing that the woman's so-called asset of a man be destroyed to denouncing her head position on the Guard, this obviously goes nowhere fast. Rey is unrelenting, and it is none of those things that cut her deeper than what happens after what she so vehemently proclaims:
"Y̛o̴u'͏re ̨t̛ḩe ẃ̵́̕ơ̶͝m͟͏a͏҉n̴̷̛͝҉ ̢̨͜҉̀ţ́͠҉̕h̡́̕͜a̵͜t͏̶̷̴̢ ̵͘I̶͘͢ ̵̢͟͡l̨͡͡͝ǫ̸̶v̴é̀̕,͢͡҉"
Finally, the mirror image of the two women blur. A high-pitched whine, starting out small and insignificant, echoes from the walls of the headquarters. Whether it's stress belonging to the owner of the memory or something else entirely, it's difficult to say. All that Nick can be only a helpless witness to are the sounds of fighting, of Rey restraining the other woman, of yelling and cursing and accusatory cries.
When not even her feelings of affection towards this woman has proven to make any difference, Rey is defeated, but does not give in. Instead, the memory ends with the harsh sound of her butting her head against the woman's, then a thud.
Then static. Silence. No, crying. Someone is crying. But the headquarters distorts. The strain weakens the connection to the memory, and for reasons that are hardly left a mystery.