When Elver felt Shang's aura, all his doubts vanished.
He did it.
Shang had killed Jerald.
Elver wasn't a kid anymore, and he had lived for a very long time. He knew a lot about people, and just by looking at Shang, he could tell that Shang had killed Jerald.
He knew that because Shang's aura was way too sterile and apathetic.
It was almost like he was deathly afraid of ever feeling any kind of positive emotion for another human being.
Elver knew how something like that could happen.
Committing an act so painful that only the complete eradication of emotions could keep one alive.
People that didn't know the old Shang wouldn't be able to feel these kinds of things, but Elver had known him very well.
Shang had killed Jerald.
There was no doubt about it.
"Why?" Elver asked, looking at Shang. "Why would-"