[ While he's still very afraid (except he's totally not, he is tooootally not afraid of Jack no siree) there's another feeling coming into play here: indignant, all-consuming anger.
Like, how dare he even ask? Rationally, Rhys knows why the meat and bone Jack wouldn't know about their past, and that stings in its own way, but he's past being rational right now. There's nothing rational about this scenario. ]
Wha-what did you do?! What didn't you do, you absolute asshole! We can start with the body snatching and work back from there!
[ He grits his teeth, fuck. Everything that he's held down until now is coming up fast to the surface.
Actually that might just be lunch. Or both...it's probably both. He feels like he's gonna hurl. ]
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Like, how dare he even ask? Rationally, Rhys knows why the meat and bone Jack wouldn't know about their past, and that stings in its own way, but he's past being rational right now. There's nothing rational about this scenario. ]
Wha-what did you do?! What didn't you do, you absolute asshole! We can start with the body snatching and work back from there!
[ He grits his teeth, fuck. Everything that he's held down until now is coming up fast to the surface.
Actually that might just be lunch. Or both...it's probably both. He feels like he's gonna hurl. ]