A long time ago. That's what it feels like now, with Sully. Like a distant memory that has long since lost its relevance. Nick is different, though. Nick is real, like Maketh. Rey can reach out and touch him, feel his hand tighten around her own, even if it's synthetic and not at all human. And that's okay; Undine loved him anyway. For who he is.

So why does that also feel like a detached memory? Rey's eyes narrow, and she'd rather not think about it, because that's her mother. The woman who had looked after her since the day she was born. Who had made a union with the man before her to do the same, so long as they lived.

Now one of them is gone, and yet she's still grateful to the one who remains.

Rey bites her lower lip, glancing away from Nick's concerned gaze for the moment.

"I..." She sucks in a breath, ducking her head. "Don't worry about it."

Futile that it might be, for both of them.