Rhys's back stiffened. The question hung in the air, a venomous dart aimed directly at his greatest fear. Ren. Dead. The thought sent a jolt of ice through him, momentarily eclipsing the confusion and self-loathing about Kael.
"He won't die," Rhys said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, a desperate attempt to convince himself as much as Corvin. He spun around, his eyes, though outwardly calm, held a dangerous spark. "He's not dead. And he won't be."
Corvin smirked, stepping closer. "And how do you know that, Lieutenant? You know what happens when the residents get like that." He said. Watching Rhys's composure crumble slightly.
Rhys turned toward Corvin, "You don't shut up, do you?" He asked and started walking toward the door.
"Hey, hold on," Corvin grabbed Rhys's hand, stopping him from leaving.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rhys questioned.
"Where do you think you're going?" Corvin answered with a question.
