"He drugged you..." Brett growls but he doesn't make any move to harm Eliot further. He nods at the men, two of them holding Eliot by his arms, so he won't be able to fight back. Still, the others keep their weapons trained on him. Nobody's taking any chances here.

Even though it infurated and confuses him--why was he acting this way towards Brett?!--Eliot sees Carter's eyes soften through the haze, and he...what can he do here? He was dead either way.

And if he tried to do more, he'd get Carter dead too. Or worse.

This was his fault.

Something in his posture shifts, and he slumps even as they hold him. One of the other men pats him down and removes another gun and several knives from his jacket and pockets.

Brett glances over at Carter. "You sure you're okay?"