[ Come on Rhys, this is Jack we're talking about, "shut up" are basically two foreign words to him. That's why his immediate response is an eloquent: ]
Oh, screw you. Not my problem if you don't want to hear the goddamn truth, asshole.
[ He'd considered doing so earlier, but now, he really does spit at Rhys. Don't get too excited about it.
When Rhys comes back to reverse their positions, Jack's face is still split in a wide, vicious grin. It's almost like he's not sure what else to express, so this sort of angry, manic expression is what he defaults to. He grips Rhys's wrist on his throat and tries to move it, but it's far weaker and more feeble than a few moments ago. With those shocks, it's hard for him to stay conscious, but dammit, he'll stay awake as long as he can. And also not stop talking. ]
You're insane, Rhys. You -- Hah, you realize that, right? I should've-- Should've killed you my goddamn self when you told me who you were, you know that?
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Oh, screw you. Not my problem if you don't want to hear the goddamn truth, asshole.
[ He'd considered doing so earlier, but now, he really does spit at Rhys. Don't get too excited about it.
When Rhys comes back to reverse their positions, Jack's face is still split in a wide, vicious grin. It's almost like he's not sure what else to express, so this sort of angry, manic expression is what he defaults to. He grips Rhys's wrist on his throat and tries to move it, but it's far weaker and more feeble than a few moments ago. With those shocks, it's hard for him to stay conscious, but dammit, he'll stay awake as long as he can. And also not stop talking. ]
You're insane, Rhys. You -- Hah, you realize that, right? I should've-- Should've killed you my goddamn self when you told me who you were, you know that?