On the outside, heads were already turned upwards in worry, their heart constricting at what some of them could only describe as a temper tantrum.
Though they didn't voice the thoughts of their hearts aloud — none was stupid enough, or rather, suicidal enough to... They were indeed right to feel a certain way, and also feel fear.
With each passing second, the air only became colder and colder, that some could even feel their blood running cold.
Noxus looked over at Richelle and sighed, turning his head back to the Gate, which Richelle was intently starting at.
He understood her trepidation, and it would be stupid, insensitive, as well as hypocritical of him, to say she couldn't punish others for a choice Sean decided on his own.
Though that was the logical conclusion, and was true in every sense. There were some things that just didn't need to be said.
Richelle's frown tightened.
