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"I'm not sure," Isiah answered.

Braeden leaned back while Tsurai screamed, throwing his hands up, pushing himself up from his haunches to walk back to his little hovel.

Isiah watched him go and returned his gaze to Tsurai.

Isiah spoke quietly. "Connor, stop. Please." He didn't know why Connor was being so aggressive all of the sudden. It was uncharacteristic of him. He briefly thought perhaps it was because he was being the overprotective boyfriend, but Connor didn't seem the type for that, either. He must have had some.. past issue.

"It's unnecessary."

Isiah grabbed onto the back of Connor''s undershirt, yanking him back. "Let him go, Connor! He''s not like that! Leave him alone!" Kaegan''s head popped up.

Great, he mused. How long did it take? A half hour? He stood from his place and began to mosey over to where the excitement was going on.

His eyes went to Tsurai and then to Connor, back and forth before turning to Connor.

"Listen, bud. Whatever you think he did, he didn't. He never killed anyone out of cold blood while he was under my wing, and I don't think you have the right to tell him that he's a ******** just because his family was ********. The reason I was ******** mad at him, buddy, is that he ditched me after I carried him around by his ears for some two bit whore who drugged him and raped him." He felt like he was .. undressing Tsurai for everyone to see, doing this out in the open. As if moving into a brick hut would make much of a difference, but..

"Let's talk about this inside, okay?"

Kaegan stood midway between where Tsurai had gone, and where Tsurai was, deciding to back out of it.

Isiah grunted, shaking his head back and forth. "He didn''t have control of who he was born to, Connor. And.. I''m not defending his choices. But don''t hate him because he''s a DuPloy. He can''t help that. If you''re gonna hate him.. Hate him cuz he hurt me, okay?"

Braeden began rifling through Tsurai''s dufflebag while Tsurai was pacing- well, not rifling, so much as quietly dragging it toward him to begin rifling. He was hoping Tsurai''s pacing would make him too distracted to notice.

Isiah put his hands on his hips, like a soccer mom defending her kid against a ref's bad call.

"To be quite frank, I know him and you don't. And he came from a bad background, I'll give you that, but that's part of why you have to be easy on him, Connor. He went through hell. Sad to say, if it weren't for the fallout, he probably never would have gotten out. And if it weren't for that b***h,"

He said the word with the flourish of that-woman-stole-my-man. "Alex, then he never WOULD have gone back. He ******** me over good, Connor, but that's NOTHING compared to what you're claiming he did, or whatever you THINK he did. He's been through more s**t in the first ten years of his life than we will in our combined lifetimes."

Braeden pulled out the beer immediately, turning them in an attempt to read their faded labels. "Holeee s**t, where'd you get these?" He held them up briefly before setting them down, going through the rest of his food.

Isiah grunted, his countenance dark with anger. "Any human being who was put through what he was would react the same way, Connor. How he is- at least, in that respect- is not his fault."

He didn't want to defend Tsurai but.. he didn't deserve the rap he was getting. Connor didn't know anything about him.

Braeden put the beer back, rolling his eyes. "Nothing. Chill out."

"Listen, Connor. I dragged him around all the way from my ******** vault, and he never followed any of MY orders, and I WAS his daddy." He paused. "More or less. Give him a break. He's not gonna kill anybody. Do you think he could take on any denzien here, anyway? I don't."

Isiah wasn't realy sure where he was going anyway. So he decided to stop. "Let's drop it. If you don't like him being around, fine. Ignore him. But he can't help who he was born to."

"He's Irish, kid," Braeden started. "He'd suck your d**k for liquor."