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Elias gave his full attention to Marcus, completely disregarding the woman across from him. If she wished to be aggressive and offensive, he would counter with  indifference; he found that indifference angered people far more than any kind of offensive comment could.

[color=royalblue]"Ah, I see. I had heard she passed, but I never knew how."[/color] Elias bowed his head and held a clasped fist to his chest. [color=royalblue]"My heart goes out to you. I am sure I can make a difference in the population of beasts here, however I doubt a partnership will be necessary. I find that I work best alone."[/color]

A dark shade overcame the Grimm's face as he was forced to recall Taric's death and the subsequent "hysteria", as his mother so aptly labeled it, that followed. While he was unquestionably better off with Taric by his side, Elias knew any other partner would simply hinder him, especially one tied so deeply to their insubordination.

Elias didn't believe that being controlled by one's emotions was a bad thing; in fact, it's what made him excellent at his trade. But she lacked the reserve Elias did. He was able to bottle up his rage until he needed it, able to unleash his bloodlust when it suited him. Of course, he wasn't able to bottle it back up on command, but at least he could choose when he had his outbursts.

The woman across from him was far too emotional to be depended on. She was insubordinate, aggressive, and subject to her primal whims, not any kind of respectable regimen.