Her attention remained fixated on Clive as he finally pushed himself away from the wall. She hadn't missed the momentary flash of his thigh holster, but didn't see anything more beyond just that. So, Clive came here without Sturm being his weapon? Then which ones did he have on his person?

She made no move to follow after him as he left, but his parting words confirmed her suspicions beyond any shadow of a doubt. The kid had killed her, as she had intended in Sajah, but in that single moment there seemed to be a loneliness and sense of grief clinging to his form.

Watching as he turned away, the gunner made no move to follow. She knew well that Clive was far from the 'third one picked'. Sturm had never accepted Kelley at all, but Elza knew Clive as well as she knew herself, and she found herself quiet in her own silent grief while she murmured, "Still such a kid."

What was she meant to do with him? Clive could never be happy until he was back with his precious Guild, after all.