"Thomas, I'm sorry. Wrong is wrong, and an apology won't change that."
He quickly loaded the pistol, his index finger ready to pull the trigger.
The water cup in Thomas Shannon's hand traced a parabolic arc through the sky, accurately hitting his arm.
His arm went numb, his movements paused, and Charlie River swiftly seized his wrist and took back the pistol, "Young Master Benson, there's no need for this."
Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow, his voice suddenly a few degrees colder, "I told you this not to make you harm yourself in front of me as an apology."
"Thomas, I..."
"Enough, there's nothing more to be said." Agitation surged within Thomas Shannon's heart, "Charlie, take him back."
"Yes, Young Master."
Charlie River secured the pistol, more vigilant this time, not allowing him to easily seize it again, "Young Master Benson, I'll take you back."
Charlie River lifted the despondent Edward Benson and led him out.
