Buried Alive

Emir regarded Amon with a measured expression, much more than usual, as if he was on guard.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just tired a little from... handling things."

Amon's brow furrowed, and he took a step closer, his voice lowering.

"Fine, huh? Wouldn't call the loss of an arm 'tired a little' but alright."

It seemed that Emir was right to react that way as Amon's words were getting a little heated. 

"What do you want to say?"

"..."

Silence responded to his question, and they stared at each other, looking like they were about to fight.

"Shouldn't you be chasing Judas right about now?"

"...You... hahhh."

Amon sighed and looked away, disappointment obvious in his eyes.

"Nothing justifies what you did."

"Maybe."

"...What happens when it's someone important to you? Would you think it's fair to play with lives then?"

A chilling smile crept across Emir's face, devoid of warmth.