Their gazes clashed, with a palpable air of drawn swords and taut bows.

Seamus was no pushover; though initially flustered, he wouldn't be led by the nose by a younger man.

Only after Brian left did Evans finally cast an admiring glance his way.

After all, even he had to exercise utmost caution when facing Brian.

Otherwise, who knew how Brian might scheme against them!

"Your actions today really let me vent my frustration first."

There was a hint of relief in Evans' tone as he spat towards the retreating figure, as if this could release years of suppressed misery.

"I had no choice; you guys should think fast about...