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[dbag]

It's not that I don't TRUST you, I just know how it's going to play out. You would definitely get pissed. I mean, more pissed. And then you'd hate me forever, probably. You haven't exactly been sympathetic to my plight up to now.

[ his PLIGHT, fiona!!!!!!! ]

[cachemoney]

Oh, you KNOW how it's going to play out? Are you psychic now, too? Try me, Hyperion, I'm going to blow your mind with how goddamn sympathetic I can be.

[dbag]

Oh, you're gonna blow my mind?? Okay, fine, let's do it, meet me right now and you can show me how SOOOO sympathetic you are.

[cachemoney]

Fine! GLADLY. Where the hell are you, let's do this.

[dbag]

I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M EATING MY FEELINGS IN THE DINING HALL.

=> action!!!!!!!!!!!

[cachemoney]

DON'T CHOKE BEFORE I GET THERE.

[BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO CHOKE HIM FIRST, that's the joke. Anyway, it takes her a minute to show up, during which her anger does not dissipate, and she unceremoniously storms up.] Well? [Hi Rhys, nice to see you're not a crazy asshole, how's it going.]

[dbag]

Oh, hello, I'm good, thanks for asking. And you? Sit down, please! Take a load off! [ These ANGRY PLEASANTRIES. He pushes his plate away, scowling. ] I guess I should save some room for the crow I'll obviously be eating. [ Nope!!! He grabs his plate back and stuffs a huge forkful into his mouth, just to be dramatic. Muffled: ] Just kidding.

[cachemoney]

[God, was that necessary. Talking with his mouth full, what is he, Pandoran. She does take a seat, but it is ANGRILY, jamming her arms crossed.] Cute. Get on with it.

[dbag]

I know, [ he says through a mouthful of food, because he is adorable, thanks for noticing!!! Afterwards, he takes his time chewing, half-stalling and half just... regretting this choice, doing this just to be dramatic was a mistake. Finally: ] Um. [ He's regretting a lot of choices now, actually, telling someone something to prove they'll be an asshole about it isn't a great reason for spilling secrets. ] As... you know. I work at Hyperion. Annnnd my boss used to be Handsome Jack. Remember that guy? Totally off-topic, not at all related: what, um, what are your feelings towards him, exactly? Just curious.

[cachemoney]

[This dramatic chewing. She rolls her eyes and considers just leaving, but she's come this far. Despite all her big talk about not caring, she really is curious about what the fuck his problem is.

That question gets a stare, though.] Is that a real -- I'm Pandoran, what do you think? [She sits up, leaning forward. To be more specific,] He was a psychopath and a warmonger and the entire universe is better off with him dead, what else is there to say?

[dbag]

Wow. That is a— strong and... totally expected opinion. [ He swallows thickly, averting his eyes. ] What if. I told you he wasn't as dead as previously thought. Annnnd you talked to him! That's exciting, right, you're super special.

[cachemoney]

[Wow, he's just getting all these stares today, start a collection.] Rhys. I know you think you're making sense, but. I'm out here. [She taps her head; she is not privy to whatever brain injured thoughts he has.] When?

[dbag]

I am making sense, just. Come on. [ This doesn't even mean anything, he just feels the need to defend himself. He looks around, basically at anything that isn't her, and huffs a few times like she's greatly inconveniencing him. ] Remember that time you said I was a dick and didn't even remember you? [ Like five minutes ago??? ] You probably don't, we don't even need to talk about it.

[cachemoney]

[Rhys??? This still doesn't make sense??] What does that have to do with Handsome Jack? Or me speaking to a not-fully-dead Handsome Jack. [If that's what he's trying to say? It's all very confusing.

Although, wait. Is that what he's trying to say?] Oh, my god, Hyperion. Are you trying to get me to believe you become possessed in the future, what the fuck, just admit you have aspirations to be King Asshole! [THIS IS INSULTING.] My opinion does not mean that much to you.

[dbag]

Oh, my god! [ Rhys throws his hands up, huffing. This is peak Fiona, immediately getting offended and, quite frankly, assuming the worst of him. This is unfair and she's unfair and his whole life is unfair. ] What did I say! What did I say. I said you'd be a jerk about it, and you are. [ He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. ] I'm not lying, if I was going to lie, I'd have come up with something way better than that. Like, that in the future I'm a super spy and I had to keep my cover by pretending to be a dick.

[cachemoney]

I'm a jerk -- ? [HE IS TALKING ABOUT GHOSTS. Future ghosts! Like she's that gullible just because she's from the armpit of the universe.

She throws her hands up too, not at all because she's starting to pick up his mannerisms from hanging around him too long.] What, is this some kind of Hyperion thing you people do? Put your name in a lottery to get body-snatched by your dead bosses?

[dbag]

What, no, that's stupid. [ Clearly more stupid than the Actual Real Story!!! Which is not stupid at all!!! ] Just— let me explain, please, before jumping to conclusions. Remember when I had that ID drive, and I was all look and learn, and then I jabbed it in my head and passed out? Remember that time? Well, it turns out that there was a program on there, annnd I downloaded it into my head, annnd it. Was. Jack. Not actual Jack, um, that one's actually dead, but. An AI.

[ He clears his throat awkwardly. This is fine, this is not at all uncomfortable. Weakly: ] ...Surprise.

[cachemoney]

...oh my god. [This could be an oh my god about anything, really. The whole "dead boss AI thing," for one. That is probably worthy of an oh my god. But.]

You liar. You absolute dick, this whole time you had a Handsome Jack AI floating around, and -- [Oh, she was supposed to not be an asshole about this, uhh. She stares at him for a second, willing herself to calm the fuck down. She is somewhat successful. Gritting her teeth,] So he just kind of takes over your body sometimes. Great. I guess I'm lucky you didn't kill me yet.

[dbag]

[ YOU LIE FOR A LIVING!!!! is what he could say, but he's feeling sort of like a weak bowl of pudding right now, a little bit scared of her and somewhat ashamed, so he just sinks down in his seat. ] Once, it happened once. Well. Twice... now. But it's fine, I can totally handle it! You are not gonna die. I mean, you're gon— we're all going to die, eventually, um, unless we. Create AI versions of ourselves. I guess. But not, uh, not because I killed you. How mad are you, on a scale of one to ten? Is it eleven? It feels like eleven from where I'm sitting.

[cachemoney]

[It's pretty GD close to eleven, he's very observant, but she is trying very hard not to blow up at him. She takes a second to just scrub at her face, leaning back again.] Yeah, I'm at like a nine-point-five right now. This is-- dangerous, how do you know you can handle it? And not murder me. Or Vaughn. Or, like, everyone.

[dbag]

Because! [ There's probably supposed to be an actual reason after "because," isn't there. He runs his fingers through his hair, self-soothing. ] Because. I am going to... figure it out. And it's going to be fine. ...Somehow. Just— don't be mad, okay, because. [ Mumbling like this is painful to say: ] It would be really helpful. If I had you here. With me. On this. I could use the extra brainpower.

[cachemoney]

[Wow, she's swooning, what a beautiful confirmation of friendship.] You're the "master hacker" around here, why can't you figure it out? If he's just uploaded to your cybernetics, can't you just... delete him? Or whatever.

[dbag]

That's not how it works. [ Huffing, like, god, Fiona, don't you know anything?! ] He's inside me— yep, okay, I know how that sounded, I said it, let's just move on. Don't get mad...der, but I kind of let him take over the whole thing. As in, all my cybernetics. So... that's a thing. Which I realize now was a bad choice! But at the time it seemed like a good idea.

[cachemoney]

[Ha ha, gross. She makes a little bit of a face, but lets it go, it's not important right now. What is important is the other thing! The all my cybernetics thing.] Holy shit, what is wrong with you! Why would you...

[Wait a second. 'How are you doing that?' 'I'm not, really.']

The Gortys Facility, oh my god. He shot at us. Rhys!

[dbag]

I know, I was there! I did not want that to happen, I didn't— he was just supposed to shoot the bad guys. [ This all sounds so flimsy now that he's saying it out loud, like, "Oh, it's okay, he said he was only going to murder SOME people!" He makes some vague gestures with his hands, like that will explain it. ] Look, it was the only plan we had, I thought we were going to die.