"You ask as though I've got a choice," Nick cuts dryly. If he wants Rey back, he knows he doesn't. Even if the option of doing nothing was there, he couldn't take it, not when there's something he can do for her. The question of what that something is -- what he'll be influencing, exactly -- is uncertain, but that doesn't change his mind in the slightest.
Truthfully, he didn't like Rey's plan to mess with her own memory, and she knew it; however, he also knew she was going to do it anyway, no matter what he thought. He's tried to be supportive, and now, he's just trying to fix things. He only hopes this works, he gets her back, and she never puts herself through this again.. or puts him through it again, for that matter. His heart, manufactured as it may be, couldn't take it.
"All right," Nick says, setting his sharp remarks aside as he starts down the trail once more, his yellow eyes set ahead of him. "Let's do this." Safronov might not think much of it, but they're family. This is what they do for one another, whether they like it or not.
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Truthfully, he didn't like Rey's plan to mess with her own memory, and she knew it; however, he also knew she was going to do it anyway, no matter what he thought. He's tried to be supportive, and now, he's just trying to fix things. He only hopes this works, he gets her back, and she never puts herself through this again.. or puts him through it again, for that matter. His heart, manufactured as it may be, couldn't take it.
"All right," Nick says, setting his sharp remarks aside as he starts down the trail once more, his yellow eyes set ahead of him. "Let's do this." Safronov might not think much of it, but they're family. This is what they do for one another, whether they like it or not.