When Jamie saw Rhys there on the street, he thought perhaps he'd lost everything he had had in an instance, but as it was. It was nothing. Nothing at all. Just Rhys being a blithering idiot. Perhaps Rhys knew he'd taken something away from him, but he didn't know what.
A pitiful sight. Granted it was the accident that started it. Jamie had nothing to do with that. He'd just made a thought transition possible for Sasha. But of course, Rhys had to tangle the web of deciet with his other transgressions, with Franny. It could go on and on. He supposed. Oh, Rhys would remember someone, just not Sasha or Franny.
Honestly, as Jamie glared at him, he didn't want Rhys to have such a pitiful life. He wasn't out to destroy him. He just wanted things better for Sasha. She deserved better. He always knew that. Always. And that's what remained.
Just what could he do for the prick now. Really? Couldn't Rhys find his own wretched world to play in. Be just who he was. Have a laugh there, and here. But the village couldn't quite forget about how he'd ran away with his half sister. That had not ended well.
Jamie would let that fade into everyones thoughts. It was the least he could do. Be gone. He thought. Be gone. Maybe, Rhys' luck would change. Rhys had almost been a good man once, Maybe he would be soon. Maybe.