Elia frowned. She didn't need her Psychology classes to know that this teenager was holding it all in. The poor boy must have had his whole life ahead of him. He was probably a Junior in High school at the most planning his whole life. His career, his financial future, and preparing for everything that was to come as a new adult. To suddenly have all that taken away and replaced with something so horrible. He had lost his parents and everyone close to him at such a young age. Old enough to remember, young enough to remember it for a long time and miss them dearly. Now he had to take verbal abuse from two men he barely knew?
"Эллиот ... Я хотел бы поговорить с вами? (Elliot... May I speak with you?)" Elia asked her brother, giving him that look he knew all too well.
"Конечно. (Of course.)" Elliot told her, not having to turn around to know what was to come. An argument.
Both twins left the dining room and headed towards upstairs to a more secluded room of the house. This room appeared to be a spare bedroom, considering how empty it was of other furniture. Elia and Elliot entered said room, closing the door behind them so that they could begin their argument. Of course, the two men would probably be able to hear them, but they didn't give a shit.
"Вы должны и что парень русый, бессердечные в подростковом возрасте? (Must you and that blonde guy be so heartless to the teenager?)" She asked, folding her arms as her icy blue eyes kept their gaze on Elliot's.
"Он не ожидал этого нового мира. Мы просто стараемся информировать его живым. (He is clueless to this new world. We're just trying to keep him alive.)" Elliot retorted to her, balling his hands to fists. He would never hurt his sister, but this was the best way to keep his shorter temper under control.
"Вы два кричал ему как бы своего рода малышу! Вы даже считает, что он только что потерял все близко и знакомо!? Сейчас он в стоявшую на и лектором на две взрослые мужчины он даже знаю! (You two are yelling at him like he's some kind of baby! Have you even considered that he had just lost everyone near and dear to him!? Now he's being yelled at and lectured by two grown men he doesn't even know!)" Elia snapped back, their voices gradually rising as their argument began to grow heated.
"Мы потеряли в эти четверг монстры слишком Bloom! Вам не кажется, что я знаю, что!? С этой детский глупо планов он мне его убили! Вы хотите, чтобы подружиться с живыми!? Хотите ли вы его получите убит!? Он требует жесткой любви Bloom! (WE lost everything to those damn monsters too Elia! Don't you think I know that!? With that kid's stupid plans he's going to get himself killed! Don't you want that kid to be kept alive!? Do you want to see him get himself killed!? He needs tough love Elia!)" Elliot quickly snapped back, Elia grinding her teeth together as her anger towards her brother was growing.
"Разумеется, я хочу видеть его живым! Но я не хочу ему стать нажата кошмар из-за того, что вы и на прошлой неделе, что рыжих ги не хотите, чтобы я на него! Он по-прежнему так и потерял все, что он когда-либо любил инфицированных! Ради Бога Эллиот он не даже взрослого и еще вам две уже на лошадях его задница как бы, умный, некоторые в прошлом Дронт птица! Оставьте его в покое или по крайней мере быть немного более щадящим, что вы скажите, что! (Of course I want to see him alive! But I don't want him to become a depressed mess because you and that fucking blonde guy don't want to let up on him! He's still so young and lost everything he's ever loved to the infected! For God's sake Elliot he's not even an adult yet and you two are already riding his ass like he's as intelligent as some damn Dodo bird! Leave him alone or at least be a little kinder to what you tell him!)"
"В Ницце будет только делает его хамским на прошлой неделе не Bloom! (BEING NICE WILL ONLY MAKE HIM A REBELLIOUS LITTLE SHIT ELIA!)"
"Он будет держать его от желающих проживать в разрыв ваше горло в вашем спящем Эллиот! Вы посмотрите на прошлой неделе новости!? Знаете ли вы, как хрупкий подростков психически!? (IT'LL KEEP HIM FROM WANTING TO RIP YOUR THROAT OUT IN YOUR SLEEP ELLIOT! DON'T YOU WATCH THE FUCKING NEWS!? DO YOU KNOW HOW FRAGILE TEENAGERS ARE MENTALLY!?)" Elia immediately retorted back, not doubting that the Russian words were being heard downstairs. Good thing Jack didn't know Russian.
Elliot had recalled reading the American news online before all of this started. There were so many articles about all these school shootings and stabbings by American teenagers, boys mainly. He ran a hand through his jet black hair, both he and his sister staring each other down.
"Я бы его Горло до того, как он даже не в мой адрес Bloom! Я все равно если он на грани безумия, он должен знать, что правильно и что неправильно! (I WOULD HAVE HIS THROAT BEFORE HE EVEN CAME CLOSE TO ME ELIA! I DON'T CARE IF HE'S ON THE BRINK OF INSANITY, HE NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT IS RIGHT AND WRONG!)" Elliot and Elia both moved a small distance away from each other, but the argument was not over. The two of them took a moment to settle down, but the argument wasn't done.
"Эллиот. Он в то время! Он не требуется две взрослые мужчины по его за все, что он не будет неверно! (Elliot. He NEEDS compassion in a time like this! He doesn't NEED two grown men on him for everything he does wrong!)" Elia began, her eyes turning into a more pleading look. "Пожалуйста.. Я если Юлька! Просто быть к ним! Пожалуйста? (Please.. I'm begging you! Just be a little nicer to him! Please?)"
Elliot hated it when his sister pulled out the pleading look on him. It always made him feel guilty and like an asshole. This time, he turned his gaze not to look at her own. He wasn't going to give into that this time. "Элиа.. Слишком много сострадания и добротой нашего товарищей воспользоваться! (Elia.. Too much compassion and kindness will make our teammates take advantage of you!)" He stopped only to let out a sigh. "Просим Вас понять, что я должен быть на прошлой неделе, по вполне понятной причине. (Please understand that I have to be an asshole, for good reason.)"
At those words, Elia stamped her feet a bit childishly. "Нет! Эллиот! Вам не нужно быть на прошлой неделе получить вашу идею! Ты просто большой плюшевый мишка и других мужчин будет по-прежнему считают, что вы страшно что! Если вы не относитесь к другим людям, быть такого рода в юности! Пожалуйста? (No! Elliot! You don't have to be an asshole to get your point across! You're just a big teddy bear and the other men will continue to think you're scary no matter what! If you won't be kind to other people then please be kind to the teenager! Please?)"
"Если я ему грубить я всем. Он будет и впредь получать прочные любовь и что является то, что пляжный бар. (If I'm kind to him they'll believe I'm kind to everyone. He will continue to receive tough love and that is that Elia.)" Elliot told his sister sternly, making her frown further.
"Но- (But-)"
"Никаких отговорок. (No buts.)" Elliot replied sternly once again, making his sister fall silent for just a moment.
"В тот день, как я проснуться вас найти и Спенсер убит Я не удивлен... (The day I wake up to find you and Spencer murdered I won't be surprised..)" Elia commented to her brother, making him take in a breath and his eyes widen a bit.
"Bloom ... (Elia..)" He began, a bit in disbelief that his sister told him that. "- Это я не красивая, это скучаю так ли важно? (Is me being nice to this kid really that important?)"
"Он в юности все привыкли к новой реальности. Если он не будет его рок и никто не предоставить ему добра и сострадания, а затем он будет потерянного поколения. (He is a developing teenager that is growing accustomed to a new reality. If he has no one to be his rock and no one to give him the kindness and compassion he needs, then he will be a lost generation.)" She told him, offering a small smile to him.
"Подождите минуту.. Вы предложили нам "Няня" домкрата или что-то? (Wait a minute.. Are you suggesting we babysit Jack or something?)" Elliot asked her, now it was his turn to fold his arms and raise an eyebrow at her.
"Я предлагая мы начинаем относиться к ним и на него как наши собственные младший брат. (I'm suggesting we begin treating him and looking out for him like our own little brother.)" Elia told him, her smile now a grin.
"Штраф. (Fine.)"