Rhys just coughed awkwardly, pursing his lips as Sylver's eyes widened, then narrowed as she stood up, walked over, and slapped him. "... .... ..- -/ ..- .--.!/.... --- .--/ -.. .- .-. ./ -.-- --- ..-/ - . .-.. .-../ -- ./ . ...- ./ -. . ...- . .-./ -... . . -./ -... ..- .-. -. . -../ -... . ..-. --- .-. .!/ ../ -.-. .- -. -/ - .- .-. -/ ... .--. . .- -.-/ .- -. -.-- -- --- .-. ./ -... . -.-. .- ..- ... ./ --- ..-./ -- -.--/ -... ..- .-. -. ..." She clicked angrily while Rhys just looked down awkwardly "She knows it's an expression or a metaphor or whatever, but that's actually a terrible analogy" Rhys added on awkwardly

It was all he could do to hold back. See! This was the exact reason he never talked to people! The first stranger he speaks to and what happens? He gets slapped! It was when the blond heard girl stepped in that he gave them his attention again.
"What the h*ll?! What was that for?" Toril snapped standing from her seat. "You can't just hit people like that just because they say something they believe is true. So what he doesn't want to talk to people, sure he could have reworded it but that doesn't give you the grounds to hit him." She refused to back down from this. Why? To her it seemed that he was just stating that it was easy for someone that had never been hurt to say that having friends was good. Was that really grounds for someone getting slapped?

Sylver just seemed stunned, completely zoned out, like she was there physically, but not mentally. "Syl, hey, it's okay, uh, lets, just... sit you down over here" Rhys guided the girl to her seat, it looked like she fell as she sat back down. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face the other two people. "You guys have no idea what she's been through, she just felt really insulted by that whole thing, she literally has holes in her face from her burns, that's why she wears the mask. You people have no right to judge her, it's been really rough these past few years for her" Rhys scolded them calmly. He knew Sylver wasn't fully in the right either, but once she was in one of her trances, there was no getting her out.

"That's not what he was talking about. He was simlpy stating that she shouldn't push something she doesn't understan, in this case it's the whole friendship thing." Toril said clenching her fist at her sides. So what the girl had a horrific past? They all did! "She's not the only one here that has had it rough, take Onmund here. He's been abused by his family, my mother has been a vegetable all my life, and Buddy clearly has something wrong with meeting new people! Sometimes you need to let the past go and move forward no matter how difficult the climb maybe." With that Toril took her sear again clearly angry.
If only that girl knew what he did...the sound of a skull being bashed in, the smell of blood so thick that you could cut it, the sight of your mother being******d. It was all something burned into his brain that he didn't wish to have to think about yet it replayed over and over as if it was happening again. Over time the pain had dulled yet it still stung when someone would say he had no idea what they felt. Oh he did, he knew it all to well. Pain, suffering all through his life like a dark cloud wishing to eat him whole. Buddy simple turned from them as the scene played again in his mind, the blood spilling on the floor as his father was bludgeoned to death as his mother and sister screamed. It hurt more than anyone could think. "Some of us were spared their physical scars, but the pain is still there." Buddy said before covering his head, hiding the tears that filled his eyes.

"Y'know what, forget you guys" Rhys grumbled, not wanting to waste his time with people constantly trying to one up others with tragic backstories. As bad as he felt for everyone, he couldn't stand constant sob stories only brought up for pity points and for arguments. Quite honestly, he hated arguments in general, always filled with hatred and anger. He personally tried avoiding anger, it was such an ugly emotion. "Sylver! Stop that your bleeding!" Rhys panicked as he saw Sylvers hands under her mask, hints on blood on her meaning that she had begun to pick at her scars again, a nasty habit she had.

He grabbed her hands, from under the mask, careful not to accidentally pull it up, and pulled her hands down, wiping it off with a cloth. "Syl, cmon, out of your fantasy world it's not good for you" Rhys tried shaking her out of it, but eventually gave up, knowing it was useless.

".. - .../ .... .. .../ ..-. .- ..- .-.. -/ ../ -.. .. -.." she clicked in her dazed out tone. Rhys knew this would just cause another argument, so he just stepped it now. "Don't worry, she's not talking about you... I think? I don't know, she's only actually spoken like this twice, usually that same thing, so trust me, she's not talking about any of you" Rhys assures them

"What does it matter? We have sad stories some of us but it's nothing to get down by! Look we are on a plane to somewhere new!" Onmund said trying to lighten the mood. "I know! Why don't we play a game? I'm it! I spy with my little eye something beginning with L!"
She had to hand it to him, he was super cute. He tried so hard to stay happy no matter what happened, and for that he was adorable. Toril smiled some before looking about. Out the window a luggage cart pulled up to the side of the plane. "Easy! Luggage! I say with my little eye something red!" Toril giggled.

"- .... ./ -... .-.. --- --- -../ --- ..-./ -- -.--/ . -. . -- .. . ..." Sylver clicked completely serious, startling Rhys as she came back to full awareness so suddenly. "She said the blood of her enemies, but I'm thinking it's her own blood" Rhys commented, disgusted by all the blood, pulling some bandages out of his carry on bag and handing them to Sylver as she felt her damp face.

"But seriously, is it that guy's shirt?" Rhys asked, pointing to a random person wearing a red shirt with neon green shorts, a horrible combination of color

"Yep! Your turn!" Toril said though she was still cross. She could hear the sounds of the boy behind her crying but she didn't bring it to anyone's attention. She really wished there was a way she could help though at this moment it seemed any contact would only make it worse.

Sylver whipped out her phone, rapidly texting someone, partially ignoring the game. "Hmm, I spy with my little eye..." he nudged Sylver in the side, trying to get her to pay attention. "How about, something yellow" Rhys decided. Sylver just ignored the nudge, texting away on her phone

"Is it that book?" Onmund asked pointing to the bright yellow book that set in front of the boy.

(Could the plane take off now?)