Okay, Anthony was pissed, now. He stood up again, and leaned against the wall. "How about you get a fucking grip, Elijah, and realize that you aren't any more innocent or better than us?" Anthony entertained a thought for longer than was perhaps wise. It was a bit strange, really — about a month ago, he would've never even considered doing that what he was thinking about right now. "I'm sure you would throw a fit if someone told you all the things you told us. I'm sure you'd be mad if you were beaten and threatened to be framed for murder. If all the things that happened here to us happened to you. So why's it okay if that happens to us? Why's it suddenly justifiable and fine? Sure, we've done bad things, but so have you." What was the point of that rant? He didn't even know himself. He was just angry, and needed to get rid of that anger before he would do something even worse.