The next few days had been hard for Lucien. There had been a part of him that had wanted to bring up the subject again but.. he didn't have a different argument to make, and he knew he'd be shut down just the same. It kept the man quiet, with a lack of appetite. He still managed to eat his food, as to not be wasteful, but it certainly wasn't with as much vigor as before. It was Faolan's breakage of the silence that snapped Lucien out of his thoughts. 

His eyes narrowed slightly, gaze lifting to look at the Irishman. He was leaving? So soon? Sure.. he knew this time would come eventually but.. hearing him say it for himself was a big awakening. To think he had spent the last few days in dejection.. hardly speaking to anyone. The time he had wasted.. and now Faolan's departure was just around the corner. He wanted to tell him not to go, but he held his tongue. It wasn't his place to say that to him, but he felt an increasing sense of loneliness. 

Once Faolan was gone, what was left for him here? The irishman was the one who had given him the courage to speak up in the first place. With him gone.. he felt like he might easily succumb to the life they wanted for him. Ending up living the life of priesthood.. It seemed that's what was on track for him already.. considering he no longer had the will to bring it up again. 

Father Cyril raised his eyebrows. [b]"Oh, I see. I will be sure to check in with the church to see if there's anything else to be done."[/b] He told him. 

Lucien remained quiet, finishing his food and excusing himself. He heard Father Cyril leave after dinner, most likely to check in on any last things he had wanted Faolan to do. This left Lucien to his thoughts. If these last few days had told him anything.. it was that he knew this wasn't the kind of life he wanted. Just thinking about it made him feel miserable, and the tension in the house only made it worse. How long would that last? He felt the only way would be to agree to what the priests wanted for him, but would he do it at the cost of his freedom? No.. he didn't want to make that sacrifice. He knew it was selfish but, he just couldn't live like this anymore. 

The nephilim left his small room and walked out into the livingroom where Faolan was. There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke, but he knew he had to. If.. Faolan said no to his request then he would have to figure things out on his own, but he really hoped it didn't come to that. 

[color=burlywood]"Faolan.."[/color] He called out. [color=burlywood]"Would.. it be possible for you to take me with you..? When you leave?"[/color] He asked, his voice holding a sliver of hope. 

[color=burlywood]"I-It's okay if you say no.. I just.. figured I'd try asking.."[/color] He didn't want to say anything more, because he didn't want to make him feel like he had to say yes. He knew Father Cyril didn't want him to go off on his own but.. he hoped that if Faolan agreed to take him with him on his journey then maybe he'd feel more inclined to allow it.