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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[headjacked]

Stuff about you. Mostly about you. But I know better th... to --

[ Obviously, Rhys is not headache free. ]

I think I need to sleep.

[devoutish]

What sort of stuff.

[headjacked]

The usual. That you're just like everyone else, and you'll ditch us in the end.

[ It isn't true, he knows, but Jack is preying on the fresh Fiona heartache. Rhys' voice is obviously trying for flippancy while the hurt bleeds through. ]

[devoutish]

[Well, to be fair... he is Alfie Solomons, backstabber extraordinaire. But then again, Rhys isn't a guy he's doing business with.

He grunts.]

Fucking predictable.

I talked with Angel a bit, about Hyperion. And it makes me wonder - what did you do there, exactly?

[headjacked]

I was, uh. In a middle management position. Not a big fish, not a little fish. Average fish with above average aspirations.

If... if the weird future-flash of my life I saw here is correct, I. I eventually become President and CEO.

[devoutish]

And what do you do as president and CEO?