"You lie," Elias said, his eyes flaming with hatred. "How else would you know to come here, to this home, to find me? to find him and-"
It was evident that a new possibility had occurred to Elias. "No," His eyes lost the brilliant flame. "You- Hmm..."
His eyes focused for a second of seemingly something in the distance, and then his body loosened. He spoke as he began to stand back up. "Either you are with Silver Tongue and are after Iosif's life, in which case I will kill you like the twenty men that came before you. One walked on walls, the other could set himself on fire. They all fell."
"Or," He cast the most penetrating and suspicious glare at Runa, in spite of his palms being clearly primed. "You are trying to be a hero."
Iosif fell to his knees, choking. He rolled onto his back, trying to keep his throat from locking up. Then suddenly it was all over.
He had lost control on Elias. Ticked but also terrified, Iosif crept to the concrete slab and very slowly attempted to lift it.