Kyle stares back, completely without fear. He's convinced he's in the right, and that arrogance, no matter that it comes from someone he knows, will not sway him. He doesn't relax even when it's passed from Sep's face, Kyle has a metaphorical knife at his throat and it's in those short moments that he sees what kind of man Sep truly is.

He exhales, softly, when Sep leans back on the chair, listening to each syllable dragging as brick on concrete.

He nods, cracks a small smile. 'I think I'm gonna stick with Sep.'