"Thats..great for you? Why’re you telling me this?"
"Hm. Simple enough. I like simple. Makes it an… easy name to remember should something go wrong. What’s with the eye and the arm? Accidents or… upgrades?" It wasn’t unheard of for employees to try and enhance themselves in order to one-up each other on the work floor. Maybe he was no different, but the mismatched eyes were starting to unnerve her a bit.
"Upgrades," he nodded. "I figured I might as well do it sooner or later."
"What the fuck is your problem?" he asked, wiping the spit off his face.
"Do you miss it?… The arm I mean. I bet it makes a certain few things" waving his hand in a jerking motion. "Hard, if you know what I mean" he said with a laugh. It was true, though. From the people he had spoken to about prosthetics the hardest thing had become self pleasure.
"But a handsome Lad like yourself shouldn’t find alternatives too hard to come by" nudging him lightly. "Though, the colour and the style. Very Hyperion if you don’t mind me asking. Please, tell me. Were we your inspiration? Please, what am I saying. Obviously we were" throwing his head back in laughter.
A faint blush had gone over Rhys’ face as the older man joked. “I never really uh..” he began but immediately trailed off. He wasn’t quite sure what to say now. Yes, he was right he was inspired by Hyperion. Hopefully it didn’t mean much. “I suppose you could say I was inspired by Hyperion yes.”
"You know… I once knew a man with an arm just like yours. I liked to call him Rusty" he nodded as he spoke and ran a finger along the yellow metal that made up your arm.
"So is it a full prosthetic or is it just some kind of sleeve. Because here at Hyperion we’ve been working on something similar to this. Just to the point where we don’t need to remove the users limb. But it is fun to hear them scream when you do" showing a flash of his darkside.
"It’s a full prosthetic," he said with his eyes focused on the other’s finger. Running down the metal of his arm. He looked to Handsome Jack again, “I guess not having to remove the limb would be better.”
The comment he had made had left a bitter feeling in his stomach. He told himself he should be used to people making comments like this especially with how messed up people were nowadays but he could never get used to it.