Fine. Fine! Forget I said anything. [Ever the height of maturity, Rhys takes the rebuff in stride, slapping his hand down against his dust-covered side with a hot, frustrated snort of an exhale. Because ever since he'd left Helios it's just been one big, walking funfest of suicidal people doing just about everything they can to either kill or be killed.

And just because she can string together full, coherent sentences doesn't mean she's not just as crazy as the rest of the Pandoran population.]

You keep doing whatever it is that you want: I mean we both know you're going to anyway.