[ Everything he can think to say is rehashing Angel's verbal annihilation of the man. Yet it feels almost cruel to redirect him to that, despite its effectiveness and necessity. Or maybe Rhys is just too soft.
Probably just that. The fight isn't in his voice. ]
Is it my fault? Angel was always -- if it would help, i-if it had a shot, I wouldn't have ever said no, you can't do whatever you think needs doing. I won't limit you, ever.
[ Angel analyzes, Enoch philosophizes, Rhys... freaks out. He can't help but feel responsible. ]
voice;
[ Everything he can think to say is rehashing Angel's verbal annihilation of the man. Yet it feels almost cruel to redirect him to that, despite its effectiveness and necessity. Or maybe Rhys is just too soft.
Probably just that. The fight isn't in his voice. ]
Is it my fault? Angel was always -- if it would help, i-if it had a shot, I wouldn't have ever said no, you can't do whatever you think needs doing. I won't limit you, ever.
[ Angel analyzes, Enoch philosophizes, Rhys... freaks out. He can't help but feel responsible. ]