[A short, rasping note creeps into Beckett's breathing. No. He can't. Can't feel fear. Can't get angry. Can't start coughing now. He has to think, please - ]
Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
[ This might be him attempting a joke. It's a little hard to tell at the moment. A pause, and Rhys sucks in a frightened breath before cutting the conversation off. ]
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Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
no subject
[ This might be him attempting a joke. It's a little hard to tell at the moment. A pause, and Rhys sucks in a frightened breath before cutting the conversation off. ]