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"Whoa!" Ty said with a pacifying gesture, flinching. He felt his hackles rise. "Let's cool it on the crazy, okay? I don't even know what you saw, dude."

Ty blinked as Isaac started to leave, then jogged to catch up with him. "Well... okay, are things going to be weird between you and Carlyle, though? You are coming back, right? When we go on the next mission, or whatever?" Politics didn't bother him. He'd been pretending he was on the right "side" since he ended up enlisted in the Coven army.

No, you don't have a choice. He grinned. "Great! I know you do. Like beating the tar out of power armors!" He chucked Isaac on the shoulder.

When he heard the question, he made the closest thing to a grimace his face could manage. "Um," was his first answer. He was not a fan of lying. "Well... I come from Pennsylvania... It's in North America," he added. What with boundaries as blurred as they were, he felt the clarification was necessary. Plus, he hardly knew any geography, himself. He wasn't even wholly certain of where they were, now. "Lived on a farm there until my parents died and... then I ended up in the military. Not much else, I guess. What about you?"

"Oh, nice!" Ty exclaimed. The subject change was indeed nice. All Ty needed was someone's word, especially from someone like Isaac - the kid couldn't lie. Unfortunately, neither could Ty.

"I, ah..." He scratched the back of his head. "Well. I'm-" He searched the area for any reason not to answer. He wasn't human. That would be the easiest lie. The most true. Because werebeasts were kind of human, right? Except not. "I'm a... look, can we go somewhere less... crowded? Better yet, I'd rather just... not say..." He looked nervously at everyone around him. Dang it, he could smell the fear on himself. Every one of them would want him dead if they heard. Every last one. It was hard to accept, but it was one thing he had learned, before the police finally found him and put him in the foster home. Old man he had played chess with had been the only one who hadn't cared. Everyone else who found out had tried to kill him.

Maybe Isaac wouldn't want to get out of the crowd. Maybe he liked the noise and the stench. Maybe there was some reason not to effectively commit suicide because of a near-insurmountable inability to tell a lie.

Crap. Isaac wanted to know. "Don't lie," he said quietly.

It wasn't "fine" with Isaac. Ty shook himself, letting his hair fly back and forth a little. This was good, though, right? He could tell someone, and then maybe... if he shifted in battle... no one would shoot him. Or at least, Isaac would know, and could say something. Unless Isaac decided to shoot him now, which, admittedly, was unlikely, but Ty had seen at least one "good" person turn on him. And Isaac supported the angels, kind of... Dang it. Carlyle was unpredictable, and Cassandra had taken enough for one day. Isaac was his best option.

His heart was beating hammers through his skull. Stupid fear sweat was clouding his senses. Adrenaline he didn't want, pumping through his body. He hadn't imagined he'd be quite this nervous, but the more he thought about it, the more imminent the consequences became. And for someone who was not accustomed to considering consequences, it was not a pleasant experience.

Eyes just as bright, but wary and searching, he led Isaac off to the most secluded area he could find, away from the main flow of people, then turned and looked up at him. In a whisper, he pleaded, "Please don't kill me." He took a few breaths, steadied himself, and swallowed, still grinning, sweat standing out on his forehead. He brushed his hair back from it with a weak smile. "I'm a werefox."

Ty felt at his own chest with a hand. There was a heartbeat. Hey, I'm alive. The concept of "pack" must have existed outside the werebeast population, then. Or... some strange variety of it. He breathed out slowly, his eyes closed, then opened them. They had back their familiar gleam. Then, he threw his arms around Isaac in a grateful hug. "Thanks, dude. I mean... wow. Okay." He backed off. "Sorry. Anyway. Um. Yeah. My story... Let's keep walking. And obviously, you can't tell anyone... until it matters. Please." His cheeks flushed as he waited for Isaac to nod before moving back into the main crowd. He didn't care where they went.

He recovered quickly, his heart and lungs returning to their regularly scheduled programming with ease. He was still paranoid of those around him, but he knew how to choose his words. His parents had taught him how to during his school years. "There's really not much else that I know of. My parents never told me much about why we were in Coven territory. I just knew we were there, and we shouldn't have been. I guess... some sort of mission? From what I've seen of the Coven, someone had to have known we were there. Especially when..." He trailed off, pausing for a bit before relating how he had witnessed his sister's presumed death, and then started hearing reports of her in the area he had originally been enlisted.

He shrugged it off. He had lived with it for a while. "So I guess I'm just sniffing the wind until I get a good lead on something. I figure if I stay on one side, at the very least, I have something to do."

"Well, I... I would imagine this happened right before the Outlander Secession, back as the factions started displacing the old governments," Carlyle 'answered' with a shrug. "Years ago, I know that much."