[ Rhys can feel Beckett's shaking as he stumbles, pulled down into the crouch with him. He flinches. Looks away. Eventually, his eye makes contact again. The expression is not unlike the one he wears around Enoch. ]
We... destroyed it and you...
[ Though he knows what ought to be right, the memory of teeth in his throat is still sharp and bizarrely fresh. ]
...you couldn't have -- you definitely didn't do anything.
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[ Rhys can feel Beckett's shaking as he stumbles, pulled down into the crouch with him. He flinches. Looks away. Eventually, his eye makes contact again. The expression is not unlike the one he wears around Enoch. ]
We... destroyed it and you...
[ Though he knows what ought to be right, the memory of teeth in his throat is still sharp and bizarrely fresh. ]
...you couldn't have -- you definitely didn't do anything.