"I'm still not sure about this.." Émile Gaston stuttered unsure of the mission they were all about to embark on.
"Shut up!!" Moreau howerled rushing at Émile, pinning on the wall As he landed a punch on his face.
"Tell me, do you like the way we're being belittled, all because we're mere humans, tell me!!" He yelled anger blazing through his eyes, he hated weakness, and what Émile was portraying right now was nothing but weakness, which is not expected from a man like him.
"We humans have no say in the council all because the witches think we are weak, they act as if they own the world, and treat us helpless humans as trash, what we seek is real power, real power, Élise, wake up!!" He growled, slapping Élise across the face for the second time.
"All the members of the council are witch
