There is no knowing what reasons Maketh had for helping Rey then, for why she had expressed such concern for someone she was so convinced had betrayed her. Sure, Rey would have done the same, but she wasn't Maketh. She wasn't someone who would physically or otherwise harm someone she loves just to prove a point.

No, Rey is someone who takes that pain in for herself. And it will linger there, festering and rotting away inside of her. That is why they are where they are, where Nick is now.

She is unresponsive at first, even when Nick's hand touches her back. She sits there, collapsed, weak, limp, but her head lifts slightly at the sound of someone's voice.

Through the static haze of the memory, she opens her one good eye.

"N̷ick..̴.͘?͏"