No matter how her head had been tampered with, that lingering isolation of the last several months haunt her still. That Safronov could never fix, whether she wanted to or not. In a way, that's how it's always been for Rey, but less so to that extent. Guess it would have been too much to ask for her to just remove the pain entirely...
Rey tilts her head at Tripod in her lap, hand resting over his head as he curls up into a ball, tail curving around her wrist. His one eye closes, his muscles relaxing as she senses him swiftly drifting into a deep sleep.
Poor guy must have been tired. He wouldn't be the only one.
"She probably would have let us die if that weren't the case. Wouldn't have thought it worth the effort," Rey says, her expression softening with sympathy. She doesn't resent Safronov for this. Rather, she pities her precursor. "In a way, that sort of means you all just saved my neck."
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Rey tilts her head at Tripod in her lap, hand resting over his head as he curls up into a ball, tail curving around her wrist. His one eye closes, his muscles relaxing as she senses him swiftly drifting into a deep sleep.
Poor guy must have been tired. He wouldn't be the only one.
"She probably would have let us die if that weren't the case. Wouldn't have thought it worth the effort," Rey says, her expression softening with sympathy. She doesn't resent Safronov for this. Rather, she pities her precursor. "In a way, that sort of means you all just saved my neck."