[ when jack finally releases his hold and rolls off, rhys pushes himself up slowly with his flesh hand coming up to rub at his neck. jack is laughing, then yelling, and rhys just takes a moment to tune it out as he gets air back into his lungs enough to focus again. he'll ignore jack for a moment then to respond to judy. ]

It's hard to be specific when you're struggling for air, Judy. Also, shut up, Jack. I'm getting really sick of hearing that word and you know? You talk too much.

[ he'll be pushing up from the ground now to stand, hand moving up to the back of his neck so he can roll it and he looks over to the window, at their audience. he takes a few steps closer, ignoring jack on the floor behind him and frowning at the group instead. ]

You really don't remember why you're here, do you?

[ a shake of his head and he laughs, sad, but lifting his robot arm and opening a small section in it to pull out the scalpel. he'll turn back to jack after and sigh heavily. ]

Okay, Jack. You're my responsibility so -- so I'm taking care of you. I won't let you kill all these people for something that doesn't even exist. I mean, how stupid would that be? Jesus. At least I had like, real reasons.

[ and then he walks over with the scalpel clutched in his flesh hand, moving forward quickly to reverse their positions from earlier, with rhys straddling jack now and his robot hand moving to grip jack's throat. ]