Rei huffed and seethed, but managed to pull himself together while Ghost spoke to Taser. He merely glared at the back of the illusion's head. There was no particular purpose to this, only for the point that said illusion was speaking to the one he really felt like glaring at. Besides, it's not like Ghost liked him anyway, so if he happened to turn around and catch his glaring gaze, then he wouldn't have anything to be surprised or offended about. It wasn't like he was Cyrus or anything. Well, okay, so technically he was Cyrus, but he was a different Cyrus, so it didn't matter because...Augh, whatever. My head hurts, Reivy mentally grumbled, turning his attention to the two dying fish behind him.
He felt a little bad at the sight, really, and supposed--by a teeny, tiny, itty bitty little part of his conscience--that he should help them before they really did die. As much as he wanted to admit he wouldn't mind it, he couldn't. Well, maybe Katie, but if Nik died, Rei supposed he would feel a small pang of disappointment. He'd mourn. But, he thought as he huffed and straightened himself, he'd get over it quickly. Narrowing his eyes, he stomped over and stood in front of them both, his expression twisting to something almost unreadable. Almost like the look a teenager would give the teacher after being asked a question about the lesson they'd just slept through. "You two are gonna make me puke some serious rainbows with all that mushy crap you're spewing out," he blurted without any change in expression. He studied Nikolas's bandages. "Can you walk?" he asked the boy, turning to study the wounds over Katie and humming. She's worse... But what the heck can I do?
He frowned, a little annoyed with himself for even bothering to waste his breath on saving these two. But he needed Nikolas around in case Taser tried anything and Katie...to keep Nik's sanity, he supposed. Though Rei didn't know why. Thorns were just weird people, he figured with a shrug, looking around for something to use. Sighing when he found nothing, Rei bent back down and moved Katie to a sitting position. He studied her once again, pressing a careful hand to multiple areas around her stomach, sides, and back, and watching her facial expressions for a sign of pain. "Tell me when it hurts," he mumbled, loud enough for her to hear.