@divxne-calcmity // from here.
"What, you could do that all along, buddy?" Rhys asks, laughing. Try as he might to sound lighthearted, though, the exhaustion of spending all day walking got to him like anyone else, and it probably shows in how easily he lets himself crumple by Crest's side with a sigh.
"I gotta figure out how to get a car going."
He rubs his one hand against his thigh for some friction, then holds it out in front of the admittedly generous fire. Out here in the badlands, the nights are terribly cold. They're even colder without the temperature regulation his cybernetic arm used to provide.
For all that his empty ports ache with residual pain, however, Rhys tries not to dwell on that.
"Well... and build a new arm and eye. But the car feels a little more important."
