Vyral

Chapter 0: Part 2 - That's in the distance, isn't it?

All of the individuals present leave the office, each of them glancing at Kayden differently as they walk outside. Reyna's glare of disapproval hits the worst.

Kayden shuts the door behind her and approaches Rhys.

Rhys: "Yes, Kayden?" - His focus planted on the paperwork regarding the supplies he's been organizing for the mission, prior to their meeting.
Kayden: "You're sending us out there again, but what the hell's your plan this time?" - He slips out through a slight frown.
Rhys: "Were you really not listening? The plan is get in, grab samples, get out."
Kayden: "No shit, we've done that for the past 3 years Rhys. I mean with this team, out of all people, why'd you only choose us now?
Rhys: "You really weren't listening." - He sighs, turning to his desk and taking off his glasses, which he gently sets in front of them both. "Go on. Do it."
Kayden: "I'm not 12 anymore Rhys. Not gonna punch you."
Rhys: "Then drop that frown and tell me what you want."
Kayden: "Answers." - He plants himself on a wooden chair he pulls without looking.  "I want you to clarify why we were chosen only now. This ain't you being random."

Rhys: "Will you listen this time?"
Kayden: "Since I'm asking, yes."

Rhys deeply sighs.

Kayden's temper has always been short and uncertain ever since they met. The most random of things manage to piss him off despite being completely irrelevant to him or his tasks, yet it isn't surprising to see him sit down for a mature conversation.

He sighs again, letting himself drop down to his chair and lean back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Rhys: "I'm tired Kayden. Sending inexperienced people to their deaths has caused me, and many others, more than simple grief. I've started having nightmares about the people I send out into the wild. I've been cursed at wherever I go, observed in our streets like I'm no different from all the creatures lurking outside of these walls. It's honestly become far more exhausting than anything else." - Kayden listens. "It must be because it's something I have no control over, and I suppose it has forced me into the decision I have made today. I've run out of options. These young souls can't keep dying like this. That is why I have chosen to send you guys, my closest friends."

Kayden: "This is the loss you're picking, huh?"
Rhys: "..."
Kayden: "Ya know, I wouldn't have been such a pain in the ass if you told me that from the get-go, in that letter you sent."
Rhys: "Like I'd cry to you about it." - He scoffs.
Kayden: "I guess some things never change." - He smirks. "But I get it. If the only way for us to help you is to be thrown under the bus, then so be it. To keep the peace in our home.

I hate to admit it, but that's probably how everyone else feels too. The reason why they looked so determined. And why even Zach wanted to lead the team."

Rhys: "Correct. You cannot rely or act upon emotions in this mission, Kayden. Remember that."

Kayden: "Yeah. Still, you should've told me something. You claim I'm your right hand, yet decide to keep the burden all for yourself? Selfish prick." - He taps his shoulder with a closed fist. Rhys cackles.

Rhys: "I appreciate it." - They give each other a look. "I hate to admit it, but you're correct. It's time I stop doing things on my own when you're here to help me."
Kayden: "That's what I've been telling your dumb ass!"
Rhys: "Indeed." - He stands to stroll towards the window, arms locked behind his straight back, chin raised, to stare into the distance "We've pretty much kept this place functional together, pretending we haven't would be unfair."