Elijah just stared at his gloved hands as he tried to think on how to answer it.

"I always worried about being judged for not being a good constable. Well ever since the last time a paper wrote about me, calling me incompetent or said I was threatening him when I merely asked him not to print such things." He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "But now, I'm honestly worried. It isn't just what they think of me. I could be arrested if people believed I..I mean.." He had a very good lawyer he believed in on his side. Between him and Father Brennan, they were the only people that gave him the strength to leave his house, really.

"It's more than before, much more. But I feel like it's been just added onto the pile towards a tipping point. I've had feelings of inadequacy and wanting to prove myself since I was a kid. But I can't be a rarity. I just.. need help with how bad it's gotten. Which is since the paper was printed. It's been what.. four days? Five?"