[ Oh god, the fingerguns. Rhys can vaguely remember having a fingergun fight with the accounting department as Vasquez before he went and fucked Helios up. When good memories go bad.

But he doesn't want to think about that, not with Vaughn. Rhys swallows, tuning out the flashback and trying to focus on the present. The lights from the festival, just being around his best friend. How good it feels to actually be with him and know he's safe in the future, keeping people in line. And to think he was afraid of bandits once! Jesus, now he kind of is one. It's cool though. ]

...to be honest, I don't even know what a firemelon is. [ Rhys smiles, and shrugs. ] But now I know they're not food. You learn something every day, right?

Do I even want to know what it is?