[ rhys shifts then to lift himself up to the counter, sitting on it and swinging his feet a little. he lets his hands clutch the edge of the counter and sighs, like he doesn't really even know why jack is asking this. doesn't he know himself enough to know why he would do that, even if he wasn't as violent as he is in the present? ]
Yeah, you did. You, uhhh, trying to remember -- you drove them out of business. Then won it from the old CEO and killed him in front of his kids, I think? And kept the deed in case you wanted to do it again later. At least, that's how you told me it went. Something like that. Was it his kids or his dog...? Anyway, yeah, you were pretty proud.
[ still said with the same casual disinterest that means rhys isn't really lying, is he? this is insignificant, just another part of the jack that he knows and he still remembers the cringe he gave as jack told rhys the story in his office. it was a little funny, sure, but still kind of inappropriate for the situation -- with what fiona needing him to get the gortys piece and everything.
he decides not to look at jack though, instead looking down at the pattern of his socks as he continues to wait for the coffee. he's decided over the course of the night to answer jack's questions with... honesty, sort of. the type of honesty rhys can provide at least and while there's some key facts he might try and skirt around -- uploading jack to helios, jack being dead, the AI itself -- he thinks it might be fair to give the rest.
still, the apology is surprising enough to make him look at jack in genuine confusion. ]
You... aren't sorry for trying to kill me, Jack. I got in your way, so I was going to get killed. Everyone at Hyperion knew that. It's like --
[ he holds up a hand to a bit over his head. ]
Handsome Jack is here, right? And, the rest of us --
[ his other hand moves to mid-level, about where his shoulder is. ]
Are here. We ever try and get to your level or get above you, we die. I was an idiot who thought that rule didn't apply to me since we were... whatever. But I was wrong so, I did what I had to do. I wasn't going to die, even for you.
[ then he shrugs and drops his hands, pulling his knees up to his chest as he drops his head back against the wall with a sigh, eyes closing. ]
I want to talk to you because I -- I don't know. You still mean a lot to me. I know I shouldn't though because you'll probably just try and kill me again. Even if you don't remember how to kill people. I know better than to think I'm still your exception, Jack.
[ again, why do you have to make it sound so... gay... rhys, come on. but he is a miserable little cloud of psycho stalker who still doesn't look at jack as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. ]
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Yeah, you did. You, uhhh, trying to remember -- you drove them out of business. Then won it from the old CEO and killed him in front of his kids, I think? And kept the deed in case you wanted to do it again later. At least, that's how you told me it went. Something like that. Was it his kids or his dog...? Anyway, yeah, you were pretty proud.
[ still said with the same casual disinterest that means rhys isn't really lying, is he? this is insignificant, just another part of the jack that he knows and he still remembers the cringe he gave as jack told rhys the story in his office. it was a little funny, sure, but still kind of inappropriate for the situation -- with what fiona needing him to get the gortys piece and everything.
he decides not to look at jack though, instead looking down at the pattern of his socks as he continues to wait for the coffee. he's decided over the course of the night to answer jack's questions with... honesty, sort of. the type of honesty rhys can provide at least and while there's some key facts he might try and skirt around -- uploading jack to helios, jack being dead, the AI itself -- he thinks it might be fair to give the rest.
still, the apology is surprising enough to make him look at jack in genuine confusion. ]
You... aren't sorry for trying to kill me, Jack. I got in your way, so I was going to get killed. Everyone at Hyperion knew that. It's like --
[ he holds up a hand to a bit over his head. ]
Handsome Jack is here, right? And, the rest of us --
[ his other hand moves to mid-level, about where his shoulder is. ]
Are here. We ever try and get to your level or get above you, we die. I was an idiot who thought that rule didn't apply to me since we were... whatever. But I was wrong so, I did what I had to do. I wasn't going to die, even for you.
[ then he shrugs and drops his hands, pulling his knees up to his chest as he drops his head back against the wall with a sigh, eyes closing. ]
I want to talk to you because I -- I don't know. You still mean a lot to me. I know I shouldn't though because you'll probably just try and kill me again. Even if you don't remember how to kill people. I know better than to think I'm still your exception, Jack.
[ again, why do you have to make it sound so... gay... rhys, come on. but he is a miserable little cloud of psycho stalker who still doesn't look at jack as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. ]