"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," Beatrix attempted to lighten the somber atmosphere.
"No." Remo's voice cut in, abrupt and filled with a certain finality. He quickly strode towards his parked car, the determination in his steps leaving no room for argument.
"I'll go talk to him," Rhys volunteered, his response as swift as his actions. He turned and sprinted after Remo, catching up just as he was about to enter the car.
"Hey, wait!" Rhys called out urgently, grabbing the car door before it could be shut.
"Please, just take a moment before you do this."
Remo's eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and resistance, but Rhys held his ground, unfazed by the intensity of his gaze.
"I know I'll never truly understand what's going on with you guys," Rhys began, his voice earnest and firm. "But for Beatrix's sake, just consider this."
A sarcastic smile tugged at Remo's lips. "Ah, so, it's her you're worried about."
