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Frankly, at this point in the confusion, Rei didn’t give a crap who did what or who helped them out here. They all needed to shut their traps, he thought, and do something productive! Arguing over who to trust and who might knock you out wasn’t part of the equation right now, getting them some freaking help was! "Not a good day is it? Willing to accept my help?" Oh, we got a flippin’ genius up there, he thought with a roll of his eyes. Who was that again? Taser, right? Hard to forget a name like that.

He stood, ready to help Cyrus up. “On second thought, Rei, Ill go first and pull him up since Nik is busy.” Whatever, just go, was what Rei wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut, since Splice was right. She usually was, not that he’d admit it. He heard some drawn-out conversation going on above him, but ignored it for the most part, turning to Cyrus. “Rei, help him up.” “I’m on it, I’m on it,” he mumbled under his breath. When Cyrus was successfully up, he plopped back down, sitting out of breath. Those stars were looking awfully nice right about now. I wonder how many I could see… Rei shook his head, snapping out of it before he completely passed out. That would be a pretty stupid thing to do right about now.

"Please Rei, the concrete won't last long," Cyrus called. Rei squinted, looking back up to the surface to see the face of his younger member. Relieving, at the least, and a much better sight to look at than Nikolas, he thought with a smirk, forcing himself back to his feet. "Rei, come on. You're the last one," Speaking of… Rei reached up and grabbed hold of Cyrus’s hands, using them to help himself up. He pulled himself to the surface and flopped down—but only for a moment. Quickly standing, he shouted to those remaining: “Spikey’s right! Everybody off before this thing collapses with you on it.” With that, he grabbed Cyrus’s arm. “You especially,” he said, pulling him down off it with him, knowing Splice was probably already helping herself down as well.