Everything Cruz had explained reinforced what Rex struggled to accept. It wasn't a dream, he was trapped, a hole was blasted through his arm and he almost died. Nodding along to every word, Rex slowly pieces together the sequence of events. The why and how of it all. He understood that this place was the best place for him to get trained, but under the management he encountered, he was put into a violent situation. Once Cruz finished, Rex inhaled for a long time, then breathed out his mouth in a short explosive manner.
"Before we get to the reason why I'm here, I think I'll take a couple hours to myself. Walk around and see it all for myself. This time, without an old insane Don watching me. All of this is quite a lot to absorb...
He motions to the console and rests his injured arm on his leg.
When I'm finished I'll contact you from the console. I... just need time to set myself straight after all this."
The shocking pain of his injury has been calmed down since it happened. It's only been a few hours and Rex could feel a minute degree of movement returning while attempting to rotate his forearm. He was met with another wince when he went too far. Once it settled, Rex gets out of bed to stretch out his uninjured appendages. Once he was ready to head out, he faces Cruz.
"Thanks for dressing my wound, still hurts like hell. Once I return I'll just get stuck into training. That is, of course if my arm heals enough."
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