[ God, how to explain this? Rhys is still parsing and coming to terms with the whole thing himself. ]
There's a guy who arrived recently who looks exactly like him. Or well, almost exactly like him.
[ The mask was a total mess, his hair was longer, and the fashion was all wrong. That's not even getting into how the guy- Timothy, how his walk and cadence and...everything was all off. It's like hearing a song you know, the tune is right but the lyrics are all different. ]
I figured it wasn't you, but that would have been easier I guess.
[That's an interesting connection between two passengers. Indirect, but clearly close enough to rattle Rhys.]
I'm afraid I'm not doing that sort of thing anymore. So no need to worry on that front. I take it your relationship with this boss is less than pleasant?
Yeah....he got the whole nine yards too. I heard most doubles just used a kind of camoflauge tech, they weren't physically changed. It's honestly really freaky.
He was the head of one of the biggest arms dealers in the known universe, he probably had just as many enemies as he did people gunning for his spot.
[ pun intended. ]
And you know...fastest way to the top is to just. Kill people.
[ It's just text but the wince Rhys is physically making is evident. Despite becoming as desensitized as he did to all the literal backstabbing on Helios it was still unsavory. He never enjoyed that aspect of ladder climbing, even though he'd basically accepted it as the norm at the time. And that's messed up right? He's starting to think about how that's probably a little messed up. ]
It's a quick and oftentimes easy method, yes. In my experience it's not the most stable, though. But I suppose I never took advantage of my duplicates to the fullest. Landing your own blows is far too satisfying to leave everything up to illusions.
What happened to your boss, in the end? Did his hubris catch up with him? Or an assassin, anyway.
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Do you want me to portray your "evil" boss so you can tell him off?
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[ God, how to explain this? Rhys is still parsing and coming to terms with the whole thing himself. ]
There's a guy who arrived recently who looks exactly like him. Or well, almost exactly like him.
[ The mask was a total mess, his hair was longer, and the fashion was all wrong. That's not even getting into how the guy- Timothy, how his walk and cadence and...everything was all off. It's like hearing a song you know, the tune is right but the lyrics are all different. ]
I figured it wasn't you, but that would have been easier I guess.
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I assume it's Timothy you're talking about?
[That's an interesting connection between two passengers. Indirect, but clearly close enough to rattle Rhys.]
I'm afraid I'm not doing that sort of thing anymore. So no need to worry on that front.
I take it your relationship with this boss is less than pleasant?
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Was your boss in that much danger of being attacked?
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He was the head of one of the biggest arms dealers in the known universe, he probably had just as many enemies as he did people gunning for his spot.
[ pun intended. ]
And you know...fastest way to the top is to just. Kill people.
[ It's just text but the wince Rhys is physically making is evident. Despite becoming as desensitized as he did to all the literal backstabbing on Helios it was still unsavory. He never enjoyed that aspect of ladder climbing, even though he'd basically accepted it as the norm at the time. And that's messed up right? He's starting to think about how that's probably a little messed up. ]
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In my experience it's not the most stable, though.
But I suppose I never took advantage of my duplicates to the fullest. Landing your own blows is far too satisfying to leave everything up to illusions.
What happened to your boss, in the end?
Did his hubris catch up with him?
Or an assassin, anyway.