Rick's comment stirs up memories Rhys would rather leave buried, memories about a choice he made to trust the wrong person. Or...Well, digital representation of a person. He slips his flesh hand into his pocket to gently finger over the small bit of metal and wires.

"I guess you're right. But who else is there vying for our trust? Just the council. No one else has stepped up as a leader. No one else has much information. Yet."