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Rei completely ignored the surprised look on Nikolas's face, shrugging it off with a bit of confusion himself. Maybe things were finally getting to him, or maybe he'd just been hanging around Cyrus a little too long; either way, that didn't matter now, did it? He wanted to save his friend even if it meant his own life. He didn't care. He glanced to Nikolas as they walked, the Thorn limping along close behind him. "Ok... We'll kick Taser's ass so hard, he won't even have time to feel the pain," In response, Rei laughed along with him, not sure what was going on in his own mind at this time. He wondered vaguely if he and Nik would of been good friends if not for all this Timeless crap. His expression dulled for a moment. I'll risk my life for him, too.

"Wait... I think I heard something. Follow me," Nik said before limping off. Rei watched after him for a moment, feeling slightly detached from things. He hadn't said a word the entire time and followed after him without any comeback at all. In the back of his mind, he wondered where that new kid got off to. I bet I would save him, too.

When they reached the alleyway--this almost looked familiar--he stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing in on the electrified dummy sitting on top of a passed out, pained-looking Cyrus. He blocked out anything that freak had to say--surely, it was nothing good--and stepped daringly forward, past Nikolas, not even caring about the risk of going anywhere near the Shank. Or whatever they were calling themselves anymore. His eyes passed over Katie for a moment and his gaze just darkened when returning to Taser. I already risked myself for her, but I'd do it again.

The look of Cyrus lying on the ground, bleeding and crying was all he could see until he was so angry, all he saw was his target--Taser. But most of all... "Imagine what it will be like as us." Rei walked up to Taser and grabbed him roughly by the front of his shirt. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this," he stated before bringing his hand back to punch the no-good, psychopathic loser right in his that arrogant little face of his. He hoped he broke his nose as he let go and dropped him to the ground, losing interest in him altogether as he leaned down to check on Cyrus. "Cyrus?" he asked, checking for a pulse. A wave of relief washed over him as he felt one and he hugged the blond, burying his head in Cyrus's chest, before laying him carefully back down and running a hand through his hair. I would give my life for Cyrus.