They were screwed.
The thought seemed to resonate within Riven's head.
He didn't say it aloud. Didn't need to. His wide eyes and pale face said everything for him.
"So, you get it now. The base is no longer safe," Rhett said quietly.
Riven slowly nodded. "Yeah. I get it…" he muttered, then added under his breath, "I really, really hate that I do."
He still missed his games and equipment, but now that Rhett had explained the situation, he realized what was more important.
There was a long silence.
Then Riven sighed and slumped into the booth's seat like he'd just aged ten years. Rhett had released his hold over his blood since he calmed down.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this," Riven mumbled. He looked like he was begging himself to stop speaking, but still continued either way.
"But I think I might be useful."
