Rhys stepped into Mica's cell, the place painfully empty. He inhaled, shuddering and choking up. It was a fairly painless execution, Mica properly dressed, hair combed, and a tired smile on his face. Oh, that poor soul. Rhys was considering going to Nemesis himself to break it to them. But first, Joe.
Rhys made his way to Joe's cell, feeling heavier by each step. He got there and knocked, then came in before he got an answer. There was Joseph, sitting in his tainted glory.
"Oh Faxon, I was starting to think you wouldn't show up to see me; I'm flattered by your time."
"Hi, Bombast." He sat down.
". . . Rhys?"
"Mica's gone, Joe." His voice broke at that. "He's not coming back."
"Oh." The silence spoke volumes as Joe moved closer to Rhys, putting an arm around him. His voice thickened as he spoke. "It'll be okay. You have something to fight for now."
