Rudolph just shook his head and moved to pour whiskey into both glasses. Rassa knew him so well. Least the old him. The one before the crash and destruction. He almost wished he had died in that crash. Almost as life wasn't something to really wish away. Even though he did when he was in the cage. Oh how he wished it away then. Anything to stop the pain and the fear. Anything to stop them from touching him.<br/><br/>Repressing a shiver, he knocked back the first shot like it was nothing. As the warmness spread though his stomach he turned to watch Rassa. "Apparently it doesn't matter I refuse to tell you. You know anyways."