Such a word isn't one that Rey takes lightly, least of all not in a place where emotions can be turned against them, twisted and perversed in ways that can do harm to others. Love is a dangerous thing, and it has caused more than enough pain. That's why Rey is here, in a variety of ways.

Her one good eye tries to adjust, but the light of the area starts to become blinding. Voices turn to static. She's lighthearted, faint, insides churning. She doesn't want to go, but there is comfort in Nick's words that dulls the fear and anguish.

It's okay. It's fine. She can rest a while. He said so. She's done enough.

Where has she heard that said before...?

She opens her mouth to speak, but all that comes is a gasp for breath. Her arm goes limp, fingers uncurling in Nick's metal hand. The white fades to black. Static to silence.

And then, just like that, everything is black, leaving Nick kneeling in a void.

"This should be enough," comes Safronov's voice once more.