Faolan's hand whipped out faster than the naked eye could catch as he saw Lucien trying to head back from whence they came. He had anticipated this. Though his chest felt like it was in a vice grip, though his stomach turned, he hesitated to agree with the man he loved. It was not unusual for them to have disagreements, but it [i]was[/i] unusual for them to be moving pieces on the board of someone else's life. If they interfered here, now, they could be getting themselves into something they were not properly anticipating. Though it was like Faolan to do first and ask later, this situation paused, because he knew what Lucien planned to do.

Faolan leaned in close, whispering through bared teeth, [color=a36209]"Keep your voice down."[/color] He glanced around again as he heard footsteps, far off, and moving parallel and not toward them. Luckily, for the moment, they were alone. 

[color=a36209]"I know what you're thinking, but stop for a second and [i]really[/i] think about it. What do you plan to do once you free it?"[/color]

The thought of that child being imprisoned, caged, and subjected to whatever horrors were in store for him here made him physically ill. Normally, he wouldn't have walked away and even waited until the coast was clear. When someone's freedom, let alone a child's, was threatened...well, there was almost nothing more that Faolan hated in all the world. 

But this was not a decision they could make on the fly. They had to have a plan, for the before, middle, and after, that did not include the death's of anyone involved, preferably. The circus was stocked with employees and there was bound to be some patrons lingering about...it was just too dangerous to risk without a proper plan. And, even then...what were they going to do with a kid if they did manage to free it?