"Fuck. I don't want to die here," Elyon hissed, not like this bucking and straining against his captors hands that held him down.
You don't have a choice in the matter, thought Phoenix inwardly. He had no conscience and was quite frankly annoyed that he would be getting his hands dirty with the blood of a peasant.
A peasant who didn't have the foresight to mind his own business.
As far as Phoenix was concerned Elyon brought this whole ordeal upon himself by eavesdropping on a private conversation no one invited him to attend.
Phoenix shrugged.
Elyon will now reap what he sowed, there was nothing to interrogate here.
Phoenix felt he was already satisfied that Elyon had no time to spread what he had overheard while he was being chased so they could effectively silence him now in the woods without fear of repercussions.
Phoenix knew that Elyon had seen him talking with Misty, saw the recognition inhis eyes and knew he had to be eliminated.
