[ rhys is going to roll his eyes here now that he's got jack under control and just scoff. ]

You don't even know what the truth is, idiot!

[ and he's about to elaborate but then jack spits at him?? and rhys takes a moment to feel disappointment that the same sort of excitement of before doesn't run through him now. he misses when jack's spit meant a lot to him. he really does.

so instead, he just gets to work and as jack keeps talking, rhys lets out a frustrated huff and wags the scalpel at jack. ]

But you didn't, did you? I told you the truth and you kept me alive because you wanted to see how you could use me to kill everyone else. You wanted to see if you could manipulate me because of my trust in you to help you leave, you didn't care if I left too. It was only ever about you.

[ he taps the scalpel a few times against jack's cheek, incredibly condescending as he nicks at his face a few times. it feels good, he realizes, so he decides to keep doing it -- continuing to slice along the face in a matching line to the other scar. ]

Why do I know this? Because you've done it before, asshole. Old dog, same bullshit. Last time I believed you and it ended up in thousands dead. This time, I just decided to kill us both.

[ and then he shrugs and sinks the scalpel into jack's left eye. ]