Akira looked into that cold expression and nodded slightly. He should have expected that sort of answer. Frowning, he looked away, and started to pace back and forth.
It wasn't an attitude that Akira could really understand. It was something he struggled to grasp fully, even in the worst of situations. He brow wrinkled as he thought about Pon.
"I couldn't..." he said, looking to Eliot with sad, grief stricken eyes. "Not even when my friend was trying to kill me, I couldn't do it"