[Rhys is no fighter - a pampered civilian is likely to be skittish in the face of mere drops of blood. As a Company man, his threshold could be elevated, but with a desk job that's unlikely. All assumptions indicated that Takasugi need only take one head wound to make their target panic.
But apparently someone had decided better safe than sorry.
When Rhys comes to Takasugi is propped up against the wall, head hanging and blood dripping from his nose and lips. It coats his teeth, mixes with spit he's letting pool in his mouth. Disheveled, his bandages betray a glimpse of the scar beneath. At the first sign of movement he tilts his head, rolling it against the rough stone, to look at his 'companion' and what has been laid out.
In front of Rhys is the equipment as assigned by Hyperion, and whatever resources for building their cells were able to gather. Aside from that, they're alone, the silence of the black hallway leading away from their cell no indication of their location.]
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But apparently someone had decided better safe than sorry.
When Rhys comes to Takasugi is propped up against the wall, head hanging and blood dripping from his nose and lips. It coats his teeth, mixes with spit he's letting pool in his mouth. Disheveled, his bandages betray a glimpse of the scar beneath. At the first sign of movement he tilts his head, rolling it against the rough stone, to look at his 'companion' and what has been laid out.
In front of Rhys is the equipment as assigned by Hyperion, and whatever resources for building their cells were able to gather. Aside from that, they're alone, the silence of the black hallway leading away from their cell no indication of their location.]