Rey's recounting of this moment did not do it justice. Maybe it was that she didn't want to talk about Maketh any more than she had to; maybe it was that she wanted to downplay the extent of the damage the Null did to her so as not to make Nick worry any more than he already did. Either way, seeing it for himself would make his blood curdle if he had anyway.
Nick glances behind him, expecting there to be a figure, someone she's talking to -- Maketh, if he recalls how this part goes. She showed up, and despite how things had gone regarding her expulsion from the Guard, she called for help. Did she help Rey out of moral obligation? Did she decide the turn against the Null when her plans to acquire a one of their godkillers fell through? Or was there still something between the former lovers in those last moments? As much as Nick and his sentimental sensibilities like to think it's the latter, there's really no telling now. What Maketh ultimately left Rey with was a mess, one she took drastic measures to fix... hence his being here now.
Though he expects someone, Nick doesn't find anyone else there, save for the faint shimmer of where a figure should be. It's there and gone in an instant without a word, or even a definite shape. He turns back to Rey, his eyes narrowing as he quickly puts the pieces together -- direct influence, huh. He's not sure if this will help, but willing to try.
Nick kneels beside Rey's bloodied frame, reaching to support her back, wondering if he's still as intangible as before when it comes to these memories of hers. "Can you hear me, Rey? It's Nick."
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Nick glances behind him, expecting there to be a figure, someone she's talking to -- Maketh, if he recalls how this part goes. She showed up, and despite how things had gone regarding her expulsion from the Guard, she called for help. Did she help Rey out of moral obligation? Did she decide the turn against the Null when her plans to acquire a one of their godkillers fell through? Or was there still something between the former lovers in those last moments? As much as Nick and his sentimental sensibilities like to think it's the latter, there's really no telling now. What Maketh ultimately left Rey with was a mess, one she took drastic measures to fix... hence his being here now.
Though he expects someone, Nick doesn't find anyone else there, save for the faint shimmer of where a figure should be. It's there and gone in an instant without a word, or even a definite shape. He turns back to Rey, his eyes narrowing as he quickly puts the pieces together -- direct influence, huh. He's not sure if this will help, but willing to try.
Nick kneels beside Rey's bloodied frame, reaching to support her back, wondering if he's still as intangible as before when it comes to these memories of hers. "Can you hear me, Rey? It's Nick."