~ Everett ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Everett raises his eyebrow at the comment of more elites than him. Puh-lease. Everett was an elite, elites hang out with elites. His timid behavior was increasingly getting more and more aggressive. Part of Everett wanted him to continue to press this kids buttons, but he had no reason to other than for enjoyment and curiosity. However, though he was quite ruthless he wasn’t’ a bully.
Everett remains silent between his first spat, then answering his question. The kid looked like he needed a break to calm down and catch his breath. Everett glances at his shaking fists, and sees them stop shaking. He wondered if his dad had anger issues even at this age, and would he look like the kid infront of him. Everett blinks that thought away, as the thought of his dad ever being anything other than an anger-freak was stupid and un-elite. “I guess it depends on one’s definition of inhumane. If-” Everett decides to go personal about something he saw his father do, "someone kills a family, simply because they were angry, does that person deserve respect? "