[...Except that the easy way is not her nature. In fact, nothing has ever come "easy" the moment Rey woke up in that morgue -- or before that.
[So it's a struggle, even now, to dial the number, punch the line, hit SEND because her only alternative is to put an end to it and self destruct. And, for some reason, she can't seem to do the latter herself.]
Requesting assistance.
[She could call someone else. Anyone else. But he's the only one she knows of that won't tread lightly.]
[He's about to head the door when he gets a call and checks and then double-checks the number to go along with the voice. Well. Huh. That was pretty damn weird.
Then again it wasn't like she was ever normal... She'd been acting a little more off than usual, lately, or at least he thought. It was always hard to tell with her. For all he knew she was just getting more comfortable with him, and that for her, comfortable was synonymous with fucking crazy.
But. Requesting assistance. Pretty damn weird.]
Assistance. Like what.
[While he sounds bored as ever, he's frozen, standing in his room, paying attention to every little sound coming from her line.]
[For now, it's a struggle just to stay lucid. She's not in her right mind, though if there's ever been a time in which she has been, it'd be nice to know -- but as it stands, it's getting worse. Can't even have a conversation with a person without imagining the various methods the Salamander could cut up their face, slash up red lines, smell and hear and watch them burn.
["If only we could see what fire looks like out in space," a little voice in her head wonders, and it entertains the notion further.
[Rey twitches, nearly dropping the device. This is... what? The early stages of phase four? Has to be.]
...I need someone to put me in a cage. The brig. Anything that can hold me.
[But - if Silent Hill worked like Alex said, like Heather said - then she might not - well fuck it, if she was asking for it. Lock her up first and ask questions later, he assumes. It wasn't like her to request assistance for any damned thing so he's taking this seriously. But since he's got time to kill - as he grabs his pistol (she would recognize it, he thinks), sticks it on a safe place on his person, and makes his way down - he goes ahead and asks the questions.]
[... he is never going to get used to Rey, is he. But. Huff. Okay, a plan here... which has to happen in the thirty seconds he has until he reaches her door.]
Okay. Gonna take ya to the Brig first. Then find Topher, 'cause he knows about that kinda shit.
[Well, hopefully he won't have to shoot her... and then he wonders if bullets even work on her. Uh. Damn. Should've asked that before he got to her door.]
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[voice]
[...Except that the easy way is not her nature. In fact, nothing has ever come "easy" the moment Rey woke up in that morgue -- or before that.
[So it's a struggle, even now, to dial the number, punch the line, hit SEND because her only alternative is to put an end to it and self destruct. And, for some reason, she can't seem to do the latter herself.]
Requesting assistance.
[She could call someone else. Anyone else. But he's the only one she knows of that won't tread lightly.]
[voice]
Then again it wasn't like she was ever normal... She'd been acting a little more off than usual, lately, or at least he thought. It was always hard to tell with her. For all he knew she was just getting more comfortable with him, and that for her, comfortable was synonymous with fucking crazy.
But. Requesting assistance. Pretty damn weird.]
Assistance. Like what.
[While he sounds bored as ever, he's frozen, standing in his room, paying attention to every little sound coming from her line.]
[voice]
["If only we could see what fire looks like out in space," a little voice in her head wonders, and it entertains the notion further.
[Rey twitches, nearly dropping the device. This is... what? The early stages of phase four? Has to be.]
...I need someone to put me in a cage. The brig. Anything that can hold me.
[voice]
Alright, I'll do that. But why.
[voice]
[No, that's not right. For as calm and collected as she sounds about it, it isn't right.]
...Or one of us does.
[voice]
[Huff.]
Sounds like you're fucked in the head.
[voice]
[voice]
Okay. Gonna take ya to the Brig first. Then find Topher, 'cause he knows about that kinda shit.
[voice]
Understood.
I should warn you -- there is a possibility that I may try and fight.
[voice]
[Well, hopefully he won't have to shoot her... and then he wonders if bullets even work on her. Uh. Damn. Should've asked that before he got to her door.]
Here.
[With that he cuts the call and knocks ... ]