[ there's a little shock here on rhys' face when he hears about hera because... honestly, he never knew that. he's not sure why he never knew, and he feels like he should if this is really jack. so what in the world stopped him from knowing that? he frowns again and --

wait, wait, wait. this isn't jack. there's no way this is jack. his eyebrows furrow and he crosses his arms over his chest, feeling pretty defensive suddenly and needing to take a step back from the guy -- put more distance between them.

when jack keeps talking, rhys' eyes widen for a moment in recognition and he swallows. okay, there's... a higher possibility here that this is jack. handsome jack. the real jack. but... this makes no sense -- he looks so much younger and he's not wearing his mask? plus helios had been built for a while by the time rhys was living on it so, what? he doesn't get it.

of course, jack's follow up question is enough to make rhys look at him with disgust and cringe. ]

What, that backwards good for nothing piss hole of a planet? God, no. I'm from Eden-5.

[ he even jabs a finger now at jack, mechanical and unfortunately blood stained. ]

The only thing that shithole is good for is Eridium. Otherwise, it's a blight on the god damn universe.

[ strong words for a guy who can barely control his robolimb at the moment. ]