Sync wasn't going to stop. That much became certain as he just stood there, looking as though he was basking beneath the very cruelty he was perpetrating. Having nothing to do but sit there and watch made Claude feel sick. Was there really no way to stop this?!

And then the boy turned his attention onto Anise, speaking in a voice that Claude recognized from when he'd assumed the identity of Ion, not to mention all those times Sync had taunted him during the day. Hearing his words made Claude tighten his jaw, his eyes flashing. Just what the hell was he getting at, saying stuff like that?! Half of it barely even made sense to Claude. And yet even though he'd long ago figured out that there was a lot he didn't understand about the Auldrantian patients in Landel's, that did nothing to ease the growing hatred he harbored toward Sync.

But the more Sync talked, the thicker Claude's anxiety for Guy became. The thought of losing him along with Dias was almost unbearable, and there wasn't a damn thing Claude could do to stop it. But suddenly that all came toppling down the moment Sync decided he was tired of playing around, twisting Guy's neck in one horrifyingly swift motion.

For a moment Claude was too stunned to even do anything as the realization that Guy was gone tried to sink in.