There isn't anybody here who doesn't owe their survival to other people, Rhys. Partially, anyway. Being able to make - and keep - friends is a survival skill like any other. Even if that isn't why you do it. Obviously. And I think you're kinda underestimating yourself on top of that.
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Like. A toilet?
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[ Breathe. Cough. Breeeeathe. Sniffle. ]
I-it's. Neck.
[ Rhys lets light from the tablet illuminate his badly bruised throat. ]
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[ LIKE SHE NEEDS MORE GUILT RN, GOD ]
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[ BEGONE GUILTDEMON ]
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[ Kinda. ]
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So there.
Dork.
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[ No joy from this familiar exchange. He snifflecoughs and shoves his face into his knees. ]
I wish I were as strong as you.
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Besides. You're plenty strong. Or you'd never have made it this far, right?
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