Faolan never took his eyes off of Lucien's as he spoke, green locked with gold. The longer he listened, the more his anger faded. Though his rage at the injustice was still present, Lucien always helped to dampen his negative feelings, relax him. He knew it was this way for others as well, but there was something special about the way he made the Irishman feel, because he knew Lucien deeper than anyone else did. Lucien's kind heart, his open arms, were one of the myriad reasons why Faolan loved and protected him so fiercely. He knew all that Lucien wanted was to pass that protection on to others, now that he had the means. This was just another way that he was spreading his wings in defense of the innocent, of the downtrodden and less fortunate. Faolan could not deny him this, even if he was afraid. Lucien made him feel invincible, and though he had kept this to himself for a long time, he knew that eventually Lucien would want to give it to others as well.

He looked down at his hand as Lucien squeezed it and felt himself relax. He opened his fingers and let Lucien's intertwine with his, blood from his palm smearing both of their skin. He squeezed back, gently, and nodded.

[color=a36209]"Okay,"[/color] he said simply. [color=a36209]"If he wants to come, let's go."[/color] There was nothing for him to fear.