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Shit. I'm sorry, John. Are you alright?

[John knows the man means 'emotionally fine,' but he's going to pretend he doesn't.]

Sherlock and I are fine. She was walking behind us and the anomaly just popped up and grabbed her. We didn't even have a chance to run.

[Not what he meant but he's starting to understand that John is...John. So he'll settle for knowing they're physically okay, at least. That's...something.]

Shit. I'm sorry, John. I wish I'd stayed.

{Rhys can take it better than someone like Mina. Death and mutilation? No big deal. He'll be back in a few days and it's all good. Spare someone else the pain.]

Hopefully she's back soon. Are you sticking with your original plan?

I don't think it would've mattered, but thanks.

We've finished up here in the Industrial Zone. Not much, really. Sherlock has a plan for dealing with anomalies. Something else I want to try means we'll need to try to get through Hsiaoke Pass. Maybe trying the Ocean Eye app where Winter died might do something.

A plan for anomalies? I'm afraid to ask. Be careful, okay?

[Rhys is still not happy with Sherlock. And probably won't be for a long time to come.]

I'm going to perform a funeral for Andromeda, but it's mostly for Ginger's sake. Once I'm done with that, my bandages should be about ready to come off so I'll see where that puts me.

[A hot shower and some clean clothes, obviously, but he has no idea after that.]

Bomb in the tunnels. We'll be all right.

[This is a terrible idea, really, but they went and collected livers for this. They are doing it.]

Thanks for doing the funeral, though. Wish I knew what to say. Not looking forward to telling Winter about this, but at least if we can show her we did that for Andromeda? Were you planning on recording it?

I'll record it, yeah. Also, on the off chance I get stabbed again I know people will want to see that, too.

[Prepared for all eventualities, that's him.]

I'm out of things to say, too. Just kind of hit that numb place where you do the job. You know it's bad, but after the third time in the cells? Fuck, man. It's all you can do.

[It's not the horror. It's the helplessness. The watching.]

If you ever need to talk about it... or if you find the words, like I said, I'm here to listen, mate.

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I appreciate it. It's funny. It's not the torture, not really. I've lived through that before. It's not being able to do anything for anyone else that fucks with me. Has, every time.

[That's certainly a feeling John can relate to.]

Yeah. Still, the best you can do is keep trying to do something. [The words feel hollow, even as he types them out, but they're meant to be comforting for Rhys. They're not for John.]

Yeah. I get that. Even back home I was kind of clueless, after everything. Being without my powers hasn't helped.

[Back home, Rhys was powerful. Respected, when he had his shit together. Dangerous, when he had to be.

Of course, it had still been a fucking mess. But he hadn't been quite this crippled. He'd just been toxic.

He wonders for the millionth time what Blue would say to all this. Probably much the same of what John was. And then throw a platform boot at his head.]

I'll figure something out. Even if it's grocery runs but I'll think of something. Maybe just go back through everything and see if that triggers something.

That's a good idea. There's a lot of information out there. Just a matter of sifting it for anything we can use. I'm sure you'll find something, Rhys.

[He hopes the other man will find something.]

One thing at a time, I guess. Something about this place, it's square pegs and round holes. Then I get pissed off when smashing things doesn't work.

[And he'll have a good laugh at himself at that, because he used to be so patient. So meticulous. He still is, but it's so much harder when all the puzzles feel like the wrong type. Like he's always missing something.

And when he's always quietly jonesing, even when he convinces himself he's not.]

You know it's fucked up when I had a better grasp of things in prison, than I do here.

[Epiphany.]

[John can, at least, relate to feeling like he's missing a step on puzzles. But that had been his life as Sherlock's assistant for many years.]

Prison makes sense. This place? Not so much.

Well, it does and it doesn't. Some rules make sense, other times it's just a whole ball of fuckery and you have to adapt fast.

[Mostly, because prison is a bunch of crazy, dangerous people who will fuck you up for no reason at all. The lack of control? That's similar.]

I'll let you know if I get anything from the church, though. Anyway. And my bandages should probably come off in another day or two. My eye's back but it's still kinda messed up. So a couple more days, probably.

[John can't really comment, having never been in prison outside a few brief lock-ups.]

Thanks for keeping me updated and for agreeing to go to the church. Maybe have someone with you in case what happened at the school happens there?

I'd prefer to, but I might just have to fly solo. Ginger, America and England have already moved on. I guess the best I can do is hope that if there's anything hostile there, a funeral won't be as offensive as actually trying to piss it off.

[He's dubious that it will be and he really doesn't like the idea of Rhys going it alone, but he can appreciate the man's determination.]

Please just do me a favor and make sure you time it so you can get out of there if you do get stabbed, and over to another building.

[For a moment, frustrated rage boils up in Rhys, the urge to snap to yell, to scream that he's trying. That he's never wanted to have to do this all alone but he is, because that's just his fucking luck. But he pushes it down, because it's text and he can hide it, and anyway Watson is just trying to help. Is being the smart one, really.]

I'm doing what I can, man. Everyone else is gone, there's not much I can do about it. If I had the option I'd take it.

[Deep breath. Let it out. He misses Carter but except for a couple awkward letters and phone calls in jail, they haven't talked in months now.]

I've got medical supplies and my hand is mostly healed. And I can get out and to another building fast. I'm hoping it'll go easy, though. Just say a few words, and...I don't know, if I can get Andromeda's ghost to offer up anything useful, it'll be worth the risk.

I understand that. It's why I'm not telling you not to do it, Rhys.

Good luck, in any case.

Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll keep you updated. And I hope Mina comes back soon. I really liked her, too.

[Its the best he can offer to bring it back around to the original topc before he signs off]

Thanks. Keep warm, Rhys. I'll talk to you later.

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