[ You're a terrible liar, Erik Lehnsherr, and his face falls. ]

Erik, your voice is shaking, you can barely look me in the eye. [ he points things out, absently, and he wants to believe him terribly but a bigger part of him - the reasonable, logical side, the part of him that's been excised out due to being too naive is overshadowed by reason. He stares at him, watching him closely. ]

You've killed people before, I already know you have. You've told me. Why can't you just...just tell me the truth, Erik! [ he hates how short of a temper he has lately, his hand banging on the wooden table between them, tears barely visible in his own blue eyes. ] I'm accusing you of murder because you have blood on your neck, Erik. You stink of blood and death and ruin. And knowing you, I doubt it's yours.

[ he lets out a breath and shakes his head. ]

I just want you to be honest with me, Erik.