Rhys knew deep down that he was gonna die. No, not now, not any time soon - but he would a lot sooner than he should. It was because of the Hanahaki Disease. You fall in love, flowers bloom in your lungs and you cough them up until you confess. If you confess, it goes away, whether they love you back or not. If you don't, the flowers basically choke you to death. Plain and simple, right? Well, yeah, sure - until you factor in Rhys's problem. He can't confess his love for risk of losing his job, or even worse, his job, his dignity and his life. After all, who in their right mind could admit their love to Handsome Jack and live, metaphorically or otherwise?
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