[He's not sure, personally, if we talk about it or not. Angel probably needs to, though that is for her to say. For all he knows, Rhys might not even remember. He could ask, but - fussing aside, he doesn't want to raise what might not be there. Beckett knows a thing or two about mercy killings and slitting the throat of things that are left of people you once loved. And he knows about things your head understands but your gut might never.
Give it a while. Let things rest. They need a rest, all of them. So very badly.]
Yes... I suppose we have plenty. [Though he's having a hard time thinking about any, right now, beyond the immediate things that Rhys has brought up. It's been happening to him a lot, these moments of finding himself in a white fog. Something, something...] What about Fiona...?
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Give it a while. Let things rest. They need a rest, all of them. So very badly.]
Yes... I suppose we have plenty. [Though he's having a hard time thinking about any, right now, beyond the immediate things that Rhys has brought up. It's been happening to him a lot, these moments of finding himself in a white fog. Something, something...] What about Fiona...?