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[jumpthegun]

Third chances?

[He doesn't know your life, Rhys.]

And it's not that Estinien has something to do with it. It's how you were acting with him that does. Rhys, I don't want you to get hurt any worse than you have been hurt already. Lying to some warrior bloke and threatening him with robot retribution... it's not just you you're painting a target on, it's everyone else who's a robot or has robotic components on their bodies.

People like Luna if he ever catches wind of that.

[headjacked]

I wasn't trying to pick on -- paint a target on me, or anyone else. It was all just joking, really. Joking slash -- tr-trying to prove a point?

[ Fear is seeping back into Rhys' voice. ]

If he goes after Luna it's my fault??

[ Not even defensive, just genuinely questioning, as if it hadn't really occurred to him. ]

[jumpthegun]

That's not a way to prove your point. And if he goes after Luna it's his fault. But you aren't exactly helping. He's an ignorant, racist git. Egging him on isn't going to calm him down about it.

[headjacked]

Nothing will, but I couldn't just ignore him.

[ He squeezes his tiny screambot protectively, big dumb Ghibli tears pouring down half his face. ]

[jumpthegun]

I know it's hard, Rhys. Just try to leave it to someone who can have a level head through it, okay? We won't let him hurt any of the robots here.

[headjacked]

... ...okay, okay, if. If you promise. I wasnt really planning on going after him or anything.

[ Sniffle. Shuffle. Then some highly uncomfortable silence as the shuffling gets louder. A tinny shriek, and ]





... Dumpy's stuck to my face.

[jumpthegun]

I promise to do my best, Rhys.

[And then John has to work very hard not to laugh.]

Mm... That's, uh. That's rough, mate. Can you cry a little more? Get him unstuck?