Seriously, man, I dun’ care who ya are anymore — I ain’t gonna fightchu. If I died again, I gotta know why. How’d you die?
… tsk, yo’ right. I gotta slow down ‘n’ think about this. Rrgh, but I ain’t got time fo’ thinkin’!
Yo, this’s gonna sound real pathetic from a guy who was jus’ gonna beatchu up, but— you gotta tell me if you seen my sister! I don’t even know if she’s alive…
She’s only little, an’ she got blonde hair and she wears a big, orangey sweater. Name’s Rhyme.
Geez, focus, will you? Ain't none of your business how I died. Doncha got bigger things t'worry 'bout? Like, I dunno, the winged creeps who wanna erase yo' partnerless ass? Look. I still say you're weird as hell, but... aight. I'll help ya. Not cause I like you, but cause nobody's lil' sis' deserves t'get Reapers and shit chasin' her. I know a girl named Rhyme. 'Bout yay high, real smart with lotsa skulls on her threads? Yeah, she's dead aight. But, lookit, man. She really ain't the girl you lookin' for. She already got a brother, and he ain't you. Trust me. I'd know if my partner had 'nother brother lurkin' 'bout.
That don't mean I can't help ya, tho'. This Rhyme a' yours... where you seen her last? Is there some place she'd know t'look for ya? If you been through this 'fore, ya gotta have a plan, right?












