He reached to accept the plate, but faltered at Padma's words.
"A friend," he repeated, jaw tightening as he glanced up at her. "A friend who used to kill people just for fun, and recently attacked your friend and gave you a concussion and was probably disappointed he didn't do worse? That friend?"
Faelan took an angry bite of a sandwich. He had been hungry, but the food felt like sandpaper going down.
"I've had friends like that, too," he told her. And they'll stab you in the back before you've even turned around.