But the hostage doesn't know about it for a while
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Prime waves a hand over Morty’s sleeping form. Rick’s throat tightens. “Everyone has a pressure point! Finding yours was easy— hell, I could take my pick! But this felt fitting.” His eyes dart over to Morty, chuckling. “After all this time, you’re still dragging my Morty around. You care about him— that’s fucking hilarious, you know that?”
Rick has to swallow down the bile that rises to his throat. He stands stiffly in the doorway and tries to keep his tone from trembling when he finally finds his voice. “What the hell do you want from me?”
Prime looks him over, an open and cocky grin fading into a confident and smug smile. “I wanted to talk, C-137. Is that so bad?”
“You’re threatening my grandson to do it.” His voice cracks a little at that. He hates himself for it.
“My grandson technically.” Prime rolls his eyes. “But whatever, I guess it’s fair. Never got your own Morty, right?”
(A nightmare urges Rick to check on the rest of the family members. Turns out, his fears might not have been so unfounded. In the aftermath, an honest conversation about who Prime is and how he should be dealt with is born.)
Series
- Part 3 of Here There Be Ricks And Mortys