Faolan grunted again at Lucien's response. He had thought not. 

His jaw began to squeeze a bit again as Lucien started explaining, and he glanced out of the side mirror absently to keep himself from looking at the Nephilim. He knew that Lucien was only trying to help allay his worries, his fears, his hesitancy, but Faolan knew that nothing Lucien said right now could truly help ease the doubt in his mind. Only time would do that, really.

[color=a36209]"Mmm...I have to give them that. I don't know what he is,"[/color] he said in hushed tones, [color=a36209]"I don't think he's really like me or you...he feels..."[/color] he paused for a moment, looking at the boy in the reaview mirror. Although he couldn't see him, he could smell that mossy earthen smell that the child exuded, hear the sound of his soft breathing. [color=a36209]"Somewhere in between."[/color] He was basing this guess on pure instinct, but something told him he was not too far off the mark.

[color=a36209]"And,"[/color] he said, looking over at Lucien and placing a hand on his knee. [color=a36209]"I know you will. I'll try too."[/color] Despite his questions, there was nothing he could do to change their course now, short of dropping the boy on the side of the road. This decision had come with obligation, and though Faolan hated the idea of it, he was an honorable man and would do his best to stand by the choices that he and Lucien had made tonight.