[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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Date: 2016-05-08 05:08 am (UTC)I. Can't think of any -- n-no, many reasons he'd want me alone for that.
[ That is when the fear really, really bleeds into Rhys' voice. ]
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Date: 2016-05-08 02:30 pm (UTC)[No fear yet, but tight tension. He can't think of any himself beyond dissection shit and giggles. Stein is a dead man. Dead.]
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Date: 2016-05-08 04:04 pm (UTC)His username is 'dissect', isn't it? I th-think that speaks for itself.
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Date: 2016-05-09 03:46 am (UTC)Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
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Date: 2016-05-09 06:20 am (UTC)[ 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. ]