He stared blankly at his brother.

• "What?"

His brother seemed unphased.

• "You heard me."
• "Why would you do that?"

The question sounded emotionless. Neutral. It sounded like a statement more than a question. There was an awkward silence. The rain hit the window of the hotel room they stayed in.

• "It was the only logical choice." his brother says, looking away.
• "No, the logical choice was not to attempt murder in public, Ezekiel."

Ezekiel turns to face his brother.

• "You cannot talk about murder after April 6th, Raymond," Ezekiel responds, "that was worse than what I tried"
• "That was the logical option then, murder isn't always the answer to your problems."

They stare at each other in another awkward silence. Raymond walks over to the bag on one of the beds and picks it up. He slings it over his shoulder.

• "Where are you going?" Ezekiel asks, raising an eyebrow.
• "I'm going out for dinner. Don't you dare follow me," Raymond answers, taking one of the hotel keys and leaving the room.