[color=a36209]"Nothing happened?"[/color] Faolan snapped, the muscles in his back tensing beneath his shirt as he spoke. His fists and jaw were clenched so tightly that it was beginning to cause him pain. When he couldn't bare it anymore, the fury inside him boiled over and he whirled on Lucien, suddenly and violently. 

[color=a36209]"What do you call that!?"[/color] He asked, his voice louder than he had ever used with Lucien. He could see the Frenchman's face now, and it was all he could do to not turn and take his fury out on the tree trunk behind him. [color=a36209]"What if I had aimed a little higher, huh? Maybe there?"[/color] He asked, pointing to Lucien's midsection. [color=a36209]"Would you have been able to heal yourself with your guts spilled out in the dirt!?"[/color] He took a step forward without realizing it, and nodded toward's Lucien's throat, [color=a36209]"What about there, how would you have stitched together a torn esophagus!?"[/color]

Lucien flinched as Faolan turned on him, his back against the tree. His eyes darted around the clearing, clearly flustered by this sudden line of questioning, [color=burlywood]"I-I...it--"[/color]

[color=a36209]"You don't know, do you!?"[/color] Faolan screamed, interrupting the Frenchman, taking another step closer. [color=a36209]"I told you, I said, it would only be a matter of time before you found the thing that got you...well,"[/color] he paused, then held out his arms, [color=a36209]"Here I am."[/color]

He stopped there, three or four paces from Lucien, his chest heaving in anger, his face flushed under the filth that streaked it, and his eyes wild. Imagining what could have happened to the lad, it made him sick to his stomach.

The following silence hung in the air for a moment, and then Faolan turned on his heel again, stumbling slightly as he made his way back to his bag. [color=a36209]"It's too dangerous."[/color] he said, finally back at his normal tone. He crouched to pick the bag up, then straightened, [color=a36209]"I'm too dangerous."[/color] He said, his back to Lucien, his head turned only slightly so he could see the Frenchman out of the corner of his eye. [color=a36209]"I never should have let you come along with me."[/color] He slung his bag over his shoulder, then made to take a step forward.