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[headjacked]

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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[headjacked]

Aaaaaal...

[ He slowly massages below the port. ]

Please stop with the self-loathing. You're just a kid. A weirdly massive kid with sick armor, but a kid.

[armoured]

It's not self loathing to be sorry I lost them, it just means that I'm sorry. That's all.

[For once, he snaps. He's so sick of people telling him that he's a kid and not to feel guilt for the things he's done.]

[headjacked]

Yeah, that's how it starts. The sneaky self-hate spiral.

[ take it from a pro ]

[armoured]

I don't hate myself, Rhys!

[ARGH!!!]

And you shouldn't either.

[headjacked]

OkayokayokAY, maybe 'hate' was way too strong. Just. You know what I mean!

[armoured]

[He just huffs an angry little sound.]

--sorry, I guess I'm just frustrated, I'm so angry with Batman right now.

[headjacked]

You and me both. The hell does he get off, smacking you - YOU - around and deciding he's the Justice King of the Universe?

[armoured]

I don't know, but I'd like to smack him right back. He's such an idiot! Doing something like this is better with support, not off on your own, and I could have helped him.