[ The tone shift, the vague threat, those bring Rhys's heckles right back up. ]
Right. Buds.
[ And there's something...off, in his tone as Rhys's thoughts are teleported back to nearly a year ago. Him and Jack's ghost sitting atop the moving caravan in the freezing cold as Jack went over their exploits back in the Atlas bunker. He'd laid it on real thick, but Rhys was too deep to notice or question it. A couple of compliments was all it took to distract him from the fact that Jack had nearly turned Vaughn and the others into swiss cheese. He'd been so stupid.
With that in mind he's dismissive of the rest of what Tim has to say, especially the apparent compliment. His brow only creasing slightly at the mention of there being no survivors.
Is it possible to be scared and depressed at the same time? It's giving his adrenal glands total whiplash.
He lets a loud sigh out as they hit the central axis and its branching hallways, trying to let go of the pent up jitters and annoyance he's feeling, before taking a left. ]
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Right. Buds.
[ And there's something...off, in his tone as Rhys's thoughts are teleported back to nearly a year ago. Him and Jack's ghost sitting atop the moving caravan in the freezing cold as Jack went over their exploits back in the Atlas bunker. He'd laid it on real thick, but Rhys was too deep to notice or question it. A couple of compliments was all it took to distract him from the fact that Jack had nearly turned Vaughn and the others into swiss cheese. He'd been so stupid.
With that in mind he's dismissive of the rest of what Tim has to say, especially the apparent compliment. His brow only creasing slightly at the mention of there being no survivors.
Is it possible to be scared and depressed at the same time? It's giving his adrenal glands total whiplash.
He lets a loud sigh out as they hit the central axis and its branching hallways, trying to let go of the pent up jitters and annoyance he's feeling, before taking a left. ]
It's over here.