Rhys closed his eyes and ground the side of his fist into his forehead. All this remembering stuff was hard, which was why he was gliding through the hallway in his civvies which was a pair of sweatpants and a wifebeater. Both were crisp and clean, the whites were white and the greys were grey. If Rhys was anything, he was a clean boy. It was a rest day, which meant his hair was wet from the shower he took after working the only weapon he had. His body.
He felt... More calm, than usual. Maybe a side effect from those pills his mentor gave him. Nice-ness makers. He snorted to himself and pushed a hand through his hair. He was too big and scary for people to mock the pink and teal lines that ran over his body, at least he liked to think so. His datapad was under his arm and he moeseyed his way to the rec room, there was always something nice about the buzz of chatter when he was trying to study and understand. The silence of the Library just made him want to scream and make noise.
It took longer than normal for him to get there, but once he did he'd sat himself down on the side of a couch and stared at the datapad. If he could read through this he'd be able to focus better and remember more visions, which would keep him from being scientist-meat. It was a win win for everyone.
To anyone else in the recroom, Rhys just looked like a very confused young man who was frowning deeply at the holographic device between his hands. Sure he could read it, understanding it was an entirely different matter.
