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Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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[ The frustration and anger peaks and drains, which is a weird, stomach-churny feeling. A stabby, stomach-churny feeling.

As much as he'd hate to admit it, the guilt trip is working. But he can recognize that's what it is at the same time. ]

Go ahead.

[ And he passes his tablet to Angel, who, go figure, has been next to him for the latter half of this conversation. ]