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day 4 - after execution
[ It's not hard for Jack to guess where Rhys ran away to. Granted, there weren't exactly many places to look, but he thinks he knows the guy well enough to make a beeline for the tech lab. After all, it's where he himself would go. There's comfort in the technology, in work, and so that solitude is much preferable to having to be around people. He's pretty sure he gets that.
However, Rhys isn't so lucky as to be alone. ]
Hey, asshole!
[ Wow, that sure is familiar, and it's just as full of emotion as hen Rhys had said it. Jack closes the door behind him, and when he walks over to Rhys, it's clear from every tense muscle in his body that he's upset and angry. ]
Yeah, figured you'd friggin' be here. Because you know what? I'm two for two now. [ That's a bit ominous, but Jack stops in front of Rhys and crosses his arms tightly as if he's trying to stop himself from doing something. ] We. Need. To. Talk.
However, Rhys isn't so lucky as to be alone. ]
Hey, asshole!
[ Wow, that sure is familiar, and it's just as full of emotion as hen Rhys had said it. Jack closes the door behind him, and when he walks over to Rhys, it's clear from every tense muscle in his body that he's upset and angry. ]
Yeah, figured you'd friggin' be here. Because you know what? I'm two for two now. [ That's a bit ominous, but Jack stops in front of Rhys and crosses his arms tightly as if he's trying to stop himself from doing something. ] We. Need. To. Talk.
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He watches Rhys pop out the panel with intensity in his expression like he's truly taking in every detail of what he's seeing before him. When Jack's truly thinking, nothing escapes his attention or notice. Call it his perfectionism. But of course, the intensity does at least have a slight hiccup with how Rhys explains. ]
...You're joking.
[ The wound-up tension fades almost immediately as Jack looks between the hole in the wall and then to Rhys. It's not surprise that he has a quip for this, but it's at least not a joke for the sake of a joke. ]
I'm flattered, but crawling into dark holes with other dudes? Especially after you offered to suck my dick? C'mon. Have some subtlety.
[ Okay, maybe it's a little of a joke for the sake of a joke, but it's rooted in a much more serious concern. At least it's Jack that closes the distance, and he reaches out to place a hand on Rhys's shoulder. He's very, very aware of that scalpel in Rhys's hand, since after all, the image of Luke's death is still fresh in mind. So to him, this in itself is giving Rhys more than a little trust. He gives Rhys's shoulder a little squeeze as if to cement that. ]
Look. You just told me you're one of the staff members, uh, out to kill us. And, now, I'll admit? You've got my attention with the whole "five people" thing. That's—
[ Jack pauses and exhales heavily, because he knows what his decision is going to be, but he wants it to be different. He wants an easier answer than this, because even as he thinks about explaining... He thinks about the people he likes here. This admission may not kill them, but it'll mean that every person that dies from this point forward will leave their blood partially on Jack's hands too.
But they're not as important as a moon.
That decision had already been made, and that's what Jack dislikes. When he thinks about the weight of thirty lives against- Okay, however many people live on Elpis. He doesn't have a clue. But it's definitely way more than thirty, and that's the problem. It's a ruthless calculus, and that is what being a hero means. He'd held ideals for himself, but he knew those ideals were also fairytales. Now comes the real weight of heroism, and he can only hope that he's a good enough man to carry them without falling to what Rhys has foretold of his future. ]
...That's why I'm not going to tell anyone. If, and I do mean "if" here- [ He draws his hand away to jerk his thumb at the wall ] If you give me some kind of assurance that I'm not gonna end up dead in that wall, Rhys. You've admitted all this to me, so- So how do I know you're not about to clean up shop?
[ He looks to the scalpel in Rhys's hand, then holds out his own hand expectantly. ]
Give me the scalpel.
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standing here though, with jack really suspicious of rhys killing him, asking him for the scalpel and treating him like some sort of -- some sort of threat, the bubble finally bursts. when he speaks, it's soft, surprised, face colored in shock and hurt. ]
Oh.
[ he blinks a few times and isn't that a kick in the pants to an awful day like this? he just wanted to do the right thing. or, well, whatever his kind of right thing was. he wanted to follow the rules, really, and the rules were to kill the girl and survive the trial and all he wanted to do was protect jack but jack doesn't think that's true.
he swallows, feeling that hollowness creep up again as he puts the scalpel in jack's hand and crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh. ]
You really think I'd kill you, huh? You.
[ he takes a step back to get jack's hand off of him, hand running through his hair again as his eyes flick down to the second level. they're alone right now but rhys can't guarantee that and his fingers itch to close up the hole. he lets out a weary laugh then and closes his eyes for a moment.
when he opens his eyes again, he looks at jack and it's with less of the hero worship from the other night and more of a just... heavy exhaustion. ]
Fuck. I don't know if I love you or hate you sometimes, Jack. You make it really hard to do the first one though, holy shit. [ he pauses and then explains a bit more. ] I've made it clear that you're off-limits since like, day one. They can't kill you, Jack. If they kill you, they'd have to kill me first. I won't allow it otherwise.
[ which then comes the problem of five here and he looks away, a bit frustrated. ]
I was trying to figure it out, see if I could bargain somehow to make sure you survive too regardless. That's why I've been doing so much preparation with the -- with the feet and this spot and everything. I just need to make sure you are okay because I'm not -- I'm not gonna get a second chance at this? At you and -- and us. I wasn't supposed to and then you ended up here, like this -- [ sane. saner. ] And what was I supposed to do? I'm making up for lost time here.
[ a rueful head shake and he looks off to where he and luke sat the other night. damn. that conversation and jack -- jack still thinks he's not on his side. ]
The other night Luke and I talked about Adam and you. We were trying to figure out what to do, nothing in too much detail since we thought we had more time but -- but we were. Willing. To take a risk.
[ back to jack now and it's pretty obvious what he means. he and luke were willing to kill off two other staff members to get adam and jack a spot in the five, if it was numbers. he really hoped it'd be numbers. ]
But if you're going to keep doubting me? God, Jack. Do you know how insulting that is? After all the stuff I've done for you here? I don't care about the rest of it, the murders, the staff, the Complex, whatever. I don't care. All I care about is you.
[ and you think that would be it but. there's one more thing rhys has to do and with a very frustrated noise, he steps closer again to shove jack in the chest pretty dang hard. afterwards, he jabs a finger at him. ]
But you're also a fucking asshole and if you're not going to trust me, you can fuck off now and we can part ways right here, jackass. Your choice.
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It's that idea that gets Jack's gaze to eventually break from Rhys's as he rubs at the back of his neck. Because with how Rhys explains it here, he's reminded again that Rhys claims that's not the reason. It's always claims for Jack, because it's a hell of an easy thing to lie about, and he's met some skilled liars in his day. But there was always a limit to it, too. He wasn't perfect at it (actually, he was pretty bad at seeing it), but he knew enough of the signs of someone just looking to suck up or find dirt to bring you down. There were lines they wouldn't cross, and this? This feels like one of them, and that's what has Jack responding slightly awkwardly as if he's being scolded.
Because in a way, Rhys being an asshole out to get him or an obsessed stalker was easier. Those were things Jack could easily categorize or dismiss, but love? Love to the point that Rhys had bargained for him? Had tried to plot against his own little group so that he might be one of the survivors? That was the line that a selfish bastard wouldn't cross. It was always self-preservation first, climbing a ladder second. If what he says was true, then Rhys really was putting his own life on the line for Jack's sake. That's strange to him. The only people who had ever done that for him, well. He'd paid them to do so. Body doubles, Vault Hunters, mercs, it was always just money for security. Having someone provide it without that was... something. He's not sure how to interpret what he feels when Rhys explains this.
It's nice, in a way, but nice isn't really just it. There's that same thrill of power, and he knows it, because someone this devoted to him, that was useful. Obviously. That was giving him a way out where a path may have not existed before. He'd spoken with others about possibilities and things he could engineer to try and figure a way out of here, because if there was anyone that could do it, it was him. He had that kind of confidence in his abilities to say that and truly believe it.
He looks back to Rhys, and his brow knits together briefly as he's shoved back, and it's clear he's considering something, though what that is wouldn't be clear. There's a choice here. He can choose a path of justice, and he can work by his own means to discover the way. Or he could choose the path that's already been carved out, if only for a select few.
Jack looks at the scalpel in his hand, then tosses it down to the first level. He rolls his shoulders with a tired groan, but steps towards the wall. For all his talking, he's never quite as good expressing his feelings through words so much as through his gestures. He doesn't need the scalpel, and he doesn't need Rhys to go first like he would have insisted on a moment ago.
Both paths have risks. Both have the potential for someone to betray him. But he'll take the one where someone's made an effort to prove that they can be trusted. ]
Don't forget to grab that when we leave. Or whatever. Can't believe I'm friggin doin' this...
[ His muttering trails off into nearly unintelligible murmurs, but he shifts all the same to go inside Rhys's cubbyhole. Because I am not saying Jack is going inside Rhys's hole but that is the sentence I was referring to and the terrible struggle of phrasing I just faced. I hate you.
Phrasing aside, while his back is turned to Rhys, he does at least offer something more positive in response. His words are confident this time, but also earnest. It's clear from how he speaks that he's being genuine. ]
Look- It's nothing personal. I'm an asshole, Hyperion screw you up, whatever. But-- Uh, thanks. For... trying to help me out. That's why I'm trusting you, Rhys.