Faelan didn't say anything, just listened to Padma while he picked at the grass between his crossed legs. He figured maybe she was right about him judging out of place, but he really didn't care. He didn't think she was stupid or that people shouldn't get second chances -- hell, he'd still be hiding out in the streets of Aberdeen if it weren't for second chances -- but it almost made him angrier that she was right. Couldn't she see that he didn't care about any of that?
"You already got hurt once," he finally retorted, "because of trying to do the right thing. You have dangerous friends, and I know that because I'm not stupid either, and I'm a bloody werewolf for fuck's sake! How many risks do you have to take before you decide you're more important?"
This rant left him out of breath, and he felt a wealth of emotions stirring, confusing him beneath an exterior that was rapidly losing its composure. He couldn't figure out why he was so angry, but a small part of him -- a part that grew ever bigger once he started thinking about it -- wondered if perhaps, just maybe, she was the kind of person who felt like people wouldn't get good chances if she didn't see to it. And maybe ... Faelan pulled his knees up and looked away ... maybe that's why she liked him.
"I don't want you to get hurt," he finally said, voice flat, pushing away his thoughts. Instead, he went on, "Maybe these souls have merged for now, but what if they split again and the bad part wins? It's got to be in there somewhere if he used to be a Death Eater!"