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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]

Pfft.

[ Another cough, even as he waves his hand dismissively.

His RIGHT hand. ]

I can walk fine, not gonna make you backtrack. Miss Andromeda's blanket, th-- whwhwait, you. You fed that dicknacho's ego?

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[phaseshifter]

Dude! Your arm!

[ Well. That's one good thing to come out of this mess. Right? TOTES WORTH FREEZING TO DEATH FOR ]

I mean, um - eff that, I'm backtracking. Also shut up. Stupid. Teenager.

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[headjacked]

[ Rhys makes a very deliberate, though slightly janky fistpump. Cyborg repair is still not amazing in Snowhell. ]

You can't backtrack if I don't tell you where I am! ...you can, b-but don't.

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[phaseshifter]

There're only so many places you can get revived, and I got the only one over here. So I know I have to at least get back to the residential area, duh. And it isn't just for your sake! You know how I feel about being alone. And irradiated hellzones.