There is something comforting about that, which Rey never thought she would ever find. The prospect of putting her life into the hands of someone who didn't value her as an asset but, rather, as something to be loved never should have been possible before...
Not after Undine, that is. And even now her life had meaning to someone other than Rey. That she didn't have to die being the only one who could mourn her. Nick might not have met the real Undine Stransky, but he had met and loved the same one Rey did. To her, that has made a world of difference. She still imagines it sometime, what it would have been like. If she didn't have to fight, if she could have just run. What sort of person would she have been then? Would she have been anything like the woman in that mostly happy life they all shared together?
"T͡ha..͝.̵ Th͏a̕t ̢s̀-şo̴uņds n̨ic̨e.̡.͘. Even i̕f͡ ̵ìt͝ dóes.̡.. make ̧me ̛a ̷b͝i̕t̵ s̴e̶lf̀is͏h.̀" Her cracked lips turn into a crooked, bloody smile. "I̸t͟'s al̸l ͜r͞igh͢t, t͠o͠ be ̶sel͏fish s͟-s̨ómeti͡mes.͞.͘. ̴įsn̡'̨t i̕t̡?̴"
That's why she's here. That is why they're both here.
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Not after Undine, that is. And even now her life had meaning to someone other than Rey. That she didn't have to die being the only one who could mourn her. Nick might not have met the real Undine Stransky, but he had met and loved the same one Rey did. To her, that has made a world of difference. She still imagines it sometime, what it would have been like. If she didn't have to fight, if she could have just run. What sort of person would she have been then? Would she have been anything like the woman in that mostly happy life they all shared together?
"T͡ha..͝.̵ Th͏a̕t ̢s̀-şo̴uņds n̨ic̨e.̡.͘. Even i̕f͡ ̵ìt͝ dóes.̡.. make ̧me ̛a ̷b͝i̕t̵ s̴e̶lf̀is͏h.̀" Her cracked lips turn into a crooked, bloody smile. "I̸t͟'s al̸l ͜r͞igh͢t, t͠o͠ be ̶sel͏fish s͟-s̨ómeti͡mes.͞.͘. ̴įsn̡'̨t i̕t̡?̴"
That's why she's here. That is why they're both here.