[ 'Say goodbye to Angel, Rhysie-bud. And only goodbye - we can't spoil the surprise! No more little dances or anything like that either, kiddo. No doing or saying anything that'll give it away.'
The dancing/rakk mating dance ritual/whatever that was supposed to be stops, extremely abruptly, with Rhys' arms falling to his side. ]
Goodbye, Angel.
[ It's his voice, his voice, thick with panic but all him.
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The dancing/rakk mating dance ritual/whatever that was supposed to be stops, extremely abruptly, with Rhys' arms falling to his side. ]
Goodbye, Angel.
[ It's his voice, his voice, thick with panic but all him.
Then the feed cuts and he's gone. ]