"You're talking to a guy who kicked down your door because he wanted to help you and didn't know how to take no for an answer," Nick says quietly. "After what you've put up with from me, I think you can be a little selfish."
Just this once, so long as she doesn't put his worn, mechanical heart through this again. She'd better not put herself through this again, either. Hell, no one had better make Rey feel as though she needs to put herself through this again unless they want to face one really ticked-off synth who might as well be her father. Maybe if things were different...
They aren't, though. As much as Nick likes to reminisce about that dreamed-up, idyllic world the gods made for them, it wasn't real... and yet, he did like the emotions he felt there, the relationships he had, though he never wants to admit it. The world wasn't real, but the shame he feels for enjoying it -- for being used, in a way, and not minding it despite everything -- absolutely is. However, Nick realizes the gods had easy pickings with them. They were just intensifying the feelings he and Rey already had, ones that had been fostered over the months they'd been in Hadriel, been together as a family. They weren't just two strangers with some similarities brought through the Door; they had become far more.
That isn't something Nick is willing to lose, and he knows that Rey, despite her moment of selfish desperation, isn't either. Her smile might be tainted with blood, but he can't help but return it as he takes her hand again, his metal fingers wrapping around her own.
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Just this once, so long as she doesn't put his worn, mechanical heart through this again. She'd better not put herself through this again, either. Hell, no one had better make Rey feel as though she needs to put herself through this again unless they want to face one really ticked-off synth who might as well be her father. Maybe if things were different...
They aren't, though. As much as Nick likes to reminisce about that dreamed-up, idyllic world the gods made for them, it wasn't real... and yet, he did like the emotions he felt there, the relationships he had, though he never wants to admit it. The world wasn't real, but the shame he feels for enjoying it -- for being used, in a way, and not minding it despite everything -- absolutely is. However, Nick realizes the gods had easy pickings with them. They were just intensifying the feelings he and Rey already had, ones that had been fostered over the months they'd been in Hadriel, been together as a family. They weren't just two strangers with some similarities brought through the Door; they had become far more.
That isn't something Nick is willing to lose, and he knows that Rey, despite her moment of selfish desperation, isn't either. Her smile might be tainted with blood, but he can't help but return it as he takes her hand again, his metal fingers wrapping around her own.