[ Slowly, the warmth starts to leave her body. She grows limper, and Rhys allows himself a sob. Another. Eventually, he manages to gather himself. But he can't look at her face.
(He slips up and looks. Angel looks peaceful, and Rhys doesn't think that's fair at all.)
Rhys leans down, presses a kiss to her forehead. He'll follow her, soon after. He's not sure what follows death, but likely, he'll just fade away. Rhys isn't sure there's any kind of afterlife, but if there's a heaven, he's damn sure that's where Angel will go.
Carefully, he lays her down. He sets the plush in her arms, the blanket over her body. She looks like she could be sleeping, now.
Rhys takes the mug into his hands. It's spiked with the oxy, this one; he's not sure he'll be able to drink all of it, but hopefully there's enough in thereto do the job. His hands shake as he brings it up to his lips. He takes a small drink.
... And then he realizes, he needs to make a note. He needs to tell everyone what happened, so they can just... vote for him and it'll be done. That's how it'll work, right? There's been a murder, and suicide or not, he's still a culprit. Likely PAL will make them go through that, and he doesn't want to risk their lives for his and Angel's decision.
Rhys stands, mug still in his hand. Unfortunately, there's still enough of that drug in him to make him all woozy. He stumbles a little, and there's nothing he can grab onto-- ]
Fuck--
[ Rhys falls. The mug falls and shatters, hot chocolate spilling everywhere. He hits his head, and groaning, he tries to keep it together...
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(He slips up and looks. Angel looks peaceful, and Rhys doesn't think that's fair at all.)
Rhys leans down, presses a kiss to her forehead. He'll follow her, soon after. He's not sure what follows death, but likely, he'll just fade away. Rhys isn't sure there's any kind of afterlife, but if there's a heaven, he's damn sure that's where Angel will go.
Carefully, he lays her down. He sets the plush in her arms, the blanket over her body. She looks like she could be sleeping, now.
Rhys takes the mug into his hands. It's spiked with the oxy, this one; he's not sure he'll be able to drink all of it, but hopefully there's enough in thereto do the job. His hands shake as he brings it up to his lips. He takes a small drink.
... And then he realizes, he needs to make a note. He needs to tell everyone what happened, so they can just... vote for him and it'll be done. That's how it'll work, right? There's been a murder, and suicide or not, he's still a culprit. Likely PAL will make them go through that, and he doesn't want to risk their lives for his and Angel's decision.
Rhys stands, mug still in his hand. Unfortunately, there's still enough of that drug in him to make him all woozy. He stumbles a little, and there's nothing he can grab onto-- ]
Fuck--
[ Rhys falls. The mug falls and shatters, hot chocolate spilling everywhere. He hits his head, and groaning, he tries to keep it together...
Mʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɴᴏᴡ, Rʜʏsɪᴇ.
For all intents and purposes, Rhys is dead.
But Handsome Jack is here to take his place. ]