[ rhys just narrows his eyes at yoite and wonders why this guy is completely misreading what he's saying. he steps closer, prods a finger in his direction. this has been a long (long) week and rhys is never good under pressure. he doesn't think highly of most people beyond his inner circle let alone a group of strange people he's trapped with in a town solely dedicated to murdering each other. then the one guy who promised to help him out semi-unconditionally isn't his head anymore and left everything kind of quiet, leaving rhys with no one to help him when he usually has someone. anyone. so yeah, he has no sympathy for yoite. ]

I'm not talking about killing other people, kid. [ in a high pitched, mocking voice: ] "This is a mistake. I'm not supposed to be alive." That's what you said.

So, what I'm saying? Is why don't you speed up the process and go kill yourself. Make the number twenty eight and no one else has to get blood on their hands in the process.