I'll take care of him now

Meanwhile…

Sven paced back and forth in his room, constantly running his hands through his hair and biting his thumb nervously. 

"They're going to investigate," he breathed out. "Did he die? Did he?"

Sven clasped his hair together, his entire body feeling cold and numb as it shook uncontrollably. Last night, after hitting Allen in the head, he didn't immediately fall. If anything, Allen held on to the railing tightly as he felt dizzy from the attack. 

[You… thief. Sir… Atlas… is gonna hear this.]

Sven froze as he remembered the words that had come out of Allen's mouth after he had been struck. If Allen hadn't said that, then… Sven wouldn't have had to resort to a violent course of action.