It was clear from Lucien's tone that he was having no argument. Though Faolan understood why he was so upset, he was torn. His heart wrenched at the Nephilim's words, and guilt hung over him like a shroud. His shoulders slumped, and he looked to the ground for a moment in defeat. He knew that Lucien was right...everything he was saying was true. They needed to find out what was going on here, and correct it if they could. The Frenchman was too good of a person to let something like this sit. But...this was their [i]life[/i] together, Faolan was only thinking of them. Maybe a little selfishly, but his intentions were good.

Still, he knew that wasn't enough for Lucien. Not now.

[color=a36209]"I'm sorry."[/color] he said, meeting the Nephilim's eyes once more. [color=a36209]"I know this is...serious."[/color] There was a pause as he looked about again, making sure they were entirely alone. It wasn't extremely necessary, given his senses, but he knew that even he could be snuck up on in the wrong circumstances. [color=a36209]"We can probably get in there so you can talk to...them. We need to figure out exactly what's going on before we make any rash decisions. It could have been a...misunderstanding that you heard."[/color] Faolan said this even though he was almost positive that this could not be the case; he had learned to trust Lucien's gut feelings as much as, if not more than, his own. They had not once steered the pair wrong in the nine years they had been together.

He took a moment to listen closely, see if he could hear anyone in the direction they had gone. He sensed some movement there, but couldn't be sure if it was right next to the tent that they had seen the child in or not. He glanced over his shoulder, then took Lucien's hand. [color=a36209]"Come on, around the back,"[/color] he said, and began leading the Nephilim back to the Son of the Serpent.