Carter's anger and agitation only fuel his own, and he slams his glass down hard enough on the table that it slides right off, clattering on the floor.
"You're supposed to be better than me! Better than this, better than us..." His eyes are wide, because what Carter's saying does sink in.
How else would he have managed to survive this long?
Some of the fire fades, and Eliot sits back in the chair, his eyes still wide with anger, but there's a scoff of disbelief as he rubs a hand on his face.
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Carter's anger and agitation only fuel his own, and he slams his glass down hard enough on the table that it slides right off, clattering on the floor.
"You're supposed to be better than me! Better than this, better than us..." His eyes are wide, because what Carter's saying does sink in.
How else would he have managed to survive this long?
Some of the fire fades, and Eliot sits back in the chair, his eyes still wide with anger, but there's a scoff of disbelief as he rubs a hand on his face.
"Partners with Moreau."
He should have seen it coming.