Elliot paused for a moment. It felt like his world had stopped by what Gaston just said. He indeed killed Connor's previous abusive guild, but he had a reason. It wasn't just for his own selfish desires.
"I had to protect my friend then," Elliot said. "You don't know how hard it was for me to make that decision."
"Killing is killing," Gaston laughed hysterically. "You killed more people than me, so stop acting innocent."
"We're not the same," Elliot glared at the man. "And I will never be the same as you."
"Oh, you won't," Gaston chuckled. He raised his hands beside him, shifting the distortions of the room they were in. "Because you already stood lower than me."
With a flick of his finger, Gaston vanished into thin air. The room returned to its normal shape, the bright lights shining over the lobby and the others sitting on the tables.
"Elliot?" Ed was the first to notice. "Where were you?"
