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[therushingsky]

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[therushingsky]

"I was attached to people here." Rhys answers, frankly, "People who couldn't leave, or who wouldn't leave-- and I'd burned my deal on saving my inmate's world from not-existing, so if I went, I'd have no way of ever contacting any of them again."

He goes quiet for a moment, studying his drink.

"I knew I disagreed with him about people. People who were inmates who I didn't think deserved to be stuck here. I honestly think-- he already felt that way about me and was waiting for me to give him an excuse. "

[stand_unshaken]

He takes that all in, quietly. Rhys takes it seriously, so Arthur takes it seriously. He runs a hand over his mouth and takes a sip of his sugary drink.

"You're still here with 'em now. Those people you was attached to, those inmates who shouldn't be stuck here. You bein' an inmate don't change shit for them."