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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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@dickcheese, audio;

[headjacked]

HA.

[ Rhys sounds like he's holding onto his sanity for dear life, and on the edge of failure. He breathes deep. ]

Oh, I'm fine, aside from all the violent killing business... which wasn't a dream after all. How about YOU?

[nursetemple]

[She takes a deep breath, sharp. He sounds ready to lose it.]

I'm...okay. I managed to avoid the worst. Ran away from Alfie and the others because I didn't want to hurt them.

[Biting her lip, Claire closes her eyes, rubbing one tiredly.]

I'm sorry, Rhys. Have you - have you talked to anyone since it happened?

[headjacked]

Why do people keep -- yes, yes, I talked to people. I'm WITH people. People I was totally okay with killing last night, and their eyes still glow and mine are still freaky-scribbly. Are yours?

[nursetemple]

Yes.

[She sighs, a little startled by the aggressiveness, but she guesses - she isn't the only one that's talking to him and asking him these things.]

Look, I'm sorry. I just wanted to check on you. None of this is your fault, anybody's fault.

[It's possible he's used to it, with the whole Handsome Jack thing she heard about. But that might not help at all.]

It wasn't you, last night.

[headjacked]

It -- okay, uhmm. Sorry too, I-I thought that most of the creep eyes had gone back to normal.

[ So someone in the same miserable boat as him. He sounds a degree calmer, and apologetic. ]

Look, I've had plenty of experience with me not being me. That felt different.

[nursetemple]

How? Tell me.

[Her voice is gentle.]

[headjacked]

Different from being a literal meatpuppet is what I mean.

[ Discomfort in his voice has cranked back up despite her gentle tone. ]

But I get what you're trying to say. It's just -- it's too soon.

[nursetemple]

[She wants to ask more, push further, but she doesn't want to upset him further. Hearing how badly he's shaken grips at her, and she closes her eyes, sighing softly.]

I'm so sorry, Rhys.

[Part of her wishes she was with him, just to keep an eye on him.]

Hey - what's your plan, where are you going? You probably could do with a new set of bandages.