[ Gunned him down. Like it was that easy. All this time.
It's not hard to put two and two together. Jack spent his last few years on an accelerating warpath—one Timothy was less and less privy to as time went on, but even from the distant lap of luxury he managed to glean the broad strokes. It was Jack's casino, after all; rumors traveled fast among people connected enough to afford being there in the first place, but... also, well. Jack couldn't keep his mouth shut about his true ambitions if his life depended on it. Not to Timothy. Or Nisha, or Wilhelm. His team. His people.
His people.
The last time he saw Jack, he came to celebrate. Unwind a little, bask in the warm afterglow of the news that Lilith had been killed in Wilhelm's purge of some Pandoran town, New Haven maybe. Wilhelm's gotta be dead too, right? If not Vault Hunters, there's gotta be some massive surgery that did it sooner or later. How many parts of yourself can you have replaced before the person you were is gone?
He doesn't even notice Rhys's odd little slip of the tongue. For a brief moment, wherever Tim is, it's not here. ]
D'you know any of their names? Jack hired me to be a Vault Hunter, actually... a long time ago. Jack, he, naturally he took all the credit, but.
[ Another short, pensive silence. ]
After Jack took out Lilith, y'know, I knew Roland would lose his shit. You could just see it in his grumpy-ass, mega-serious face. Think I heard he was a Crimson Lance guy once upon a time, too, so...
[ Hey hold on. Crimson Lance. Atlas. Atlas.
Tim straightens and twists his body to better face Rhys, eyes searching his. ]
Um, say, the name "Athena" wouldn't happen to mean anything to you, would it?
[ Maybe Hyperion's the least of Rhys's problems nowadays. ]
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It's not hard to put two and two together. Jack spent his last few years on an accelerating warpath—one Timothy was less and less privy to as time went on, but even from the distant lap of luxury he managed to glean the broad strokes. It was Jack's casino, after all; rumors traveled fast among people connected enough to afford being there in the first place, but... also, well. Jack couldn't keep his mouth shut about his true ambitions if his life depended on it. Not to Timothy. Or Nisha, or Wilhelm. His team. His people.
His people.
The last time he saw Jack, he came to celebrate. Unwind a little, bask in the warm afterglow of the news that Lilith had been killed in Wilhelm's purge of some Pandoran town, New Haven maybe. Wilhelm's gotta be dead too, right? If not Vault Hunters, there's gotta be some massive surgery that did it sooner or later. How many parts of yourself can you have replaced before the person you were is gone?
He doesn't even notice Rhys's odd little slip of the tongue. For a brief moment, wherever Tim is, it's not here. ]
D'you know any of their names? Jack hired me to be a Vault Hunter, actually... a long time ago. Jack, he, naturally he took all the credit, but.
[ Another short, pensive silence. ]
After Jack took out Lilith, y'know, I knew Roland would lose his shit. You could just see it in his grumpy-ass, mega-serious face. Think I heard he was a Crimson Lance guy once upon a time, too, so...
[ Hey hold on. Crimson Lance. Atlas. Atlas.
Tim straightens and twists his body to better face Rhys, eyes searching his. ]
Um, say, the name "Athena" wouldn't happen to mean anything to you, would it?
[ Maybe Hyperion's the least of Rhys's problems nowadays. ]