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[ - when it clicks on, she sounds angry, actually, genuinely furious. So far as she's always loud, rocking on her heels like she can't keep it to herself. That shake in her voice that barks in the back of her throat. All teeth on the scrape of the words as they drag out of her mouth. Fingers curled into her fists that she doesn't know how to let go.

Holding up a jacket in flat accusation. The words branded on the front of HYPERION. Should this be handled with diplomatic hands? Probably.

Unfortunately, Gaige found the jacket first. So diplomacy is going straight out the window. ]

Where the fuck are you, Rhys? When the fuck were you going to tell me about this? You goddamn fucking corporate piece of shit. Actually no, scratch that, how about you tell everyone fucking listening that you work for a mass-murdering sociopath that tried to or did kill everyone I know. You work for Hyperion and Handsome Freaking Jack!?

[ It spits up, all angry. That yowl of a hurt animal kicked somewhere vulnerable where it had shown it's side. Gnashing at the closest point. Go for the throat, rip it out slow and hard, fight and fight because she doesn't know anything else or better. Flinging the jacket down and reaching for whatever would damn will do as a weapon, which in her case, is her metalworking hammer. ]

I'm going to rip your fucking intestines out your freaking throat.

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[ Okay, so he can't quite see properly, but uh ... What is that? Looks like ... bugs. What. How much did Gaige fuck him up, actually?

He swallows thickly, grimaces at the taste of it. God, blood is gross. All right, he takes back everything he's thought about the nice thing about people like Gaige and Ivar. Seeing the danger coming makes no difference if it all just hurts anyway. Who actually cares if you're being stabbed from the front or the back? ]

Don't tell me what to do.

[ But fine. He'll shut up for a little while. There's a weird sort of warm and tingling feeling on his face right now anyway and ... Is that Klaus's doing?

What is he doing? ]

Get the fuck off me!

[ She fights for all she's worth, pushing and shoving and at least that's familiar. Because shit, Dante has to be as strong as a freaking Badass Psycho, go goddamn figure. Kicking and shoving to get a bit of space so she can finish what she started. ]

If he's dead, he can't betray and kill you all! That's what Hyperion does! That's what he did! He's a fucking liar-!

[ The bricks dig in against the sore muscle, the spot that didn't heal right after dying. Coming back. What she did best but wrong. Living when she shouldn't, living when it felt pointless because the things that made living worthwhile became skag-food around them.

Sees the care Klaus takes of him, and it turns her stomach. ] He's a liar and a hypocrite. I never pretended I wasn't a murderer. But he's the one that just said he'd rather kill a bunch of innocent people!

[unsure as to what else he can say in this situation, his head simply nods with affirmation, showing he understands what dante's telling him. it's easier to focus on that anyway, to put all his effort into concentrating on healing the cuts and mending any broken bones rhys may have.

funnily enough, he doesn't even try arguing when rhys responds, merely stares at him with too-wide eyes, keeps doing whatever necessary to alleviate the pain.

and gaige just keeps yelling. shouting about how rhys is a liar, he'll betray them, how he will kill all of them. it's getting harder to focus; he'd like for everything to be done and over with already, but shit doesn't work that way. the longer he sits, the more he contemplates: but what if she's right? again, he's swallowing down the sour, acrid taste flooding his mouth, exhaling a shaking breath after eventually drawing his hand away.

maybe there are a few bruises and cuts he couldn't get to but if he keeps going, he might not be coherent afterward.]

Is... is that okay? I could keep going, I'd just— [another quivering sigh while his hands fidget restlessly] —need a minute.

[ For the most part he doesn't move, holds her there with as much of his strength that he can before he actually hurts her. He takes the shoves, the hits, like a god damn champ until that metal hand of her's gets him directly in the chest. It's only then does Dante jerk, almost takes a step back and lets her free, expression turning into a grimace as the scar on his chest throbs painfully.

Dammit. ]

Please, you think someone like him is smart enough to betray and kills us all? [ He laughs bitterly, half considering to apologize to Rhys later for the insult. ] Give us more credit, Gaige. Even if he was the type, he'd be dead before he could put anything into action.

[ Mouth twists into an all too-toothy grin, canines glinting in the surrounding light. For a moment he looks less like a man, features sharper, more dangerous, more predator than prey. Only a moment, however, as it fades with a shake of his head. ]

Gaige, think about it for a second, is he really the one who pulled the trigger? Or is he just some idiot paper pusher who just happened to have made a shitty choice in employers? [ Dante jerks his head behind himself. ] Rhys might have worked for a monster but that doesn't make him a monster himself. He's just a dumbass who doesn't know when to take his foot out of his god damn mouth.

[ Maybe not all of it is gone. Maybe his face is still aching and throbbing with bruises that will only get worse, but he can see, and there's not constantly blood dripping down his throat now. He coughs for good measure, to clear some of it that's still in his throat, and shakes his head as he slowly sits up. ]

It's ... more than okay. Thanks.

[ He puts a hand on Klaus's shoulder and squeezes, more grateful than he could possibly register or express right now. Klaus he can understand, even if he's a bit surprised, but Dante? Why did he even bother?

Okay. Okay.

Deep breath. He has to ... fix this, somehow. ]

Gaige?

[ If it's even possible to talk to her right now. ]

[ She has a lot of things to say. To Dante, at least. That it doesn't matter. She knows it doesn't matter. Jack had them all fooled before too, she heard the stories. But not even his own people knew how messed up he was. They never did. That was the point. You can't trust them, you can only kill them and hope you did it soon enough.

Of course, then Rhys speaks, so what comes out of her mouth as she whirls is: ] Go fuck yourself, Rhys.

[ But she knows Dante won't let her take a step toward him. He'd be right too not let her. She'd kick him clean through if she had the chance. So there is that at least. ]

[yet again, all klaus does is nod. more feebly this time, but that's because he isn't sure if dante's assuredly ‘got it’ or if he's being stubborn in his own way by saying so. his hands continue wringing, shoulders heaving, gaze darting between rhys and dante— he'd try looking at gaige as well; he's too much of a coward to see what she thinks of him for possibly helping the enemy as it were though, so it's good she's hidden right now.

rhys's hand settles onto his shoulder, which draws his attention, has his anxious motions ceasing long enough, he spares him a glance. he doesn't need to say anything, the idiot would've done it regardless, but the gesture's reassuring.

at least until he decides talking to gaige seems like a brilliant idea. is this really the time?]

Remember when I told you to shut up literally a few minutes ago? Do that again. [for good measure, klaus reaches up, attempts cupping the hand around rhys's mouth in case he thinks arguing with that is smart, too. when someone still wants to murder you doesn't seem like the best time to be pleading your case.]

[ Why is he bothering? Yeah, that's a good question. In the end of the day he doesn't really know Rhys, doesn't exactly care about him. He does this more for Gaige than he does Rhys. What can he say? The kid managed to worm her way into his heart and he knows this would be a bad move, knows the moment will come when it call comes crashing down on her. He doesn't want her to carry that weight, to look at her hands and see them drenched in the blood of someone she actually cared about.

That why this hurts so much, right? Because Gaige actually cares about him. She wouldn't be so angry if it wasn't. Or, at the very least, that is what Dante wants to believe.

He glances back, sees Rhys getting up, and tenses. What is he doing? It would be a better idea to get the hell out of here and let her cool down before trying to talk to her. ]

I gotta agree with Klaus here, you're better off keeping your mouth shut and getting out of here.

[ Oh, no, he's not being ordered around here. First, he jerks away, frowning at Klaus's hand, and then he lifts his metal arm to bat it away before stumbling back onto his feet. He has to take a moment to find his balance but, really, he's fine. ]

No. You don't get it.

[ Maybe Gaige will just hate him forever now. Maybe she'll keep telling everyone that he's a liar and a traitor, and he supposes there's not a lot he can do about that, but it's just ...

God. ]

Gaige, listen. Handsome Jack? He deserved to die. I'm not him. I said nothing about killing anyone, I don't ... I don't throw someone out an airlock because they didn't hand in a report or because they didn't make my coffee the way I like it. I said Pandora is shit and we'd be better off without it, which it true, and humanity should never have set foot on that damn planet. You can't tell me that's not true.

[ There are a lot of things he'd like to say, but for some reason he can't quite get the words out. Can't try to pretend that he didn't join Hyperion because it was the biggest and richest and he wanted exactly the position Handsome Jack had, wanted to be like him. Did Jack deserve to die? Yeah, probably. But he was a goddamn genius and too terrifying for most people to disrespect or threaten. For someone who's always felt like everyone is so much more dangerous and powerful than him, well ...

It seemed like the best thing ever. ]

I was no one important. Me not working for Hyperion would've made no difference at all but I ... Sorry I'm too weak to have morals or principles in our shithole of a galaxy.

[ He waves a hand in resignation, and turns to walk away. ]

[ Her fists curl up tightly. Can't follow after him to do what she wants to -

- Which is punching him again for that self-pitying bullshit. Only the weight of Dante, that if she took a step, he'd be on her in a second to haul her back from doing worst. ]

Cool, you're a fucking coward. Got it. Go have your fucking pity party while the rest of us die for you to get away with it. Just be fucking lucky there are stronger people for you to hide behind, you lying piece of shit.

[ And she storms off, just the same. Turning on a heel with a shove to Dante out of her way. Not even because she wants to hurt him, not more than Rhys anyway, she just needs to hit something. ]

[klaus wouldn't normally let himself be smacked away so easily; it's the fact rhys uses his metal hand to do so that makes him hesitate, expression creasing when it bounces off his own at an awkward angle and makes him cringe. alright, well, whatever rhys has to say better be good if he's using his stronger hand for once.

rather than try again, he follows rhys's example, clambers to his feet while gingerly rubbing his knuckles. it doesn't hurt necessarily, just caught him off-guard enough that he's even more confused about what rhys can really say here.

he listens, though. to rhys's explanation, to gaige's reply, completely stuck in place when they finally go their separate ways after all's been said and done. his own train of thought's been derailed multiple times over now, each half of him split between following rhys or going after gaige to possibly fix his fuck-up. healing the former kinda already made his decision for him, didn't it? and since dante's here, he'll be able to make sure she's okay, klaus trusts him.

speaking of which, he is attempting to convey a message to the other man while walking backward after rhys, although it... looks ridiculous and probably isn't translating all too well. regardless, dante will understand better once he gets a message on his bracelet later (and then klaus can ask if gaige is okay).]

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