Frederick smirked and sighed at the same time. He raised his hand to his head, closing his eyes while massaging his forehead.
"Are you okay?" Elliot asked. "You look tired."
"I am tired," Frederick said. "But I guess there's no rest for the wicked. My sins are slowly coming to take me to hell."
"You're not wicked though," Elliot smiled. "You were the one who accepted me in the guild. Midnight told me."
Frederick quirked his eyebrow up and smirked, "That– what else did he tell you?"
"Nothing else," Elliot replied with a cheeky grin. "You were one of the first few people who believed in me. That's not wicked."
"Yeah, yeah," Frederick waved his hand up and down, gesturing for Elliot to stop. "You can stop that emotional shiz going on. We have to find the others. The sooner we see them, the sooner we get out of this–"
