[ oh my god, this is too much. as in, rhys is looking wide eyed at the cuts she gives him as she skins open his arm and is looking a little pale. he sways a little, like he might pass out, but then looks up at her request for his other arm.
that just makes him laugh. ]
Sorry, it's -- it's not going to work.
[ he just holds up his right arm then and it's just a silver, metal robot arm. no flesh to skin, alice. ]
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that just makes him laugh. ]
Sorry, it's -- it's not going to work.
[ he just holds up his right arm then and it's just a silver, metal robot arm. no flesh to skin, alice. ]