"Pictures can be pretty deceiving, you should see the file the Foundation put on you after we bonded. Your picture makes you look almost like a human, your hair covers most of your horns." A small smile set to his lips as he realized that comparing her to a human might be a compliment or an insult. "Besides, if he's of any real use to a merc ring leader, he's probably not just some human. Not all of us humans are as trained to kill shit like I am you know, most of us are pretty damn weak. Just look at Sam."<br/><br/>That brought a small snicker from him, pictures of the scrawny pencil pusher coming to mind. Larentia had always said Faelan had been a wild card for the Foundation, and that Sam was the closest thing they'd ever get to a leash on him.<i>"Poor boy, being assigned to an ass like you,"</i>she'd mock with the soft spoken tone of hers,<i>"You're going to give him a heart attack 40 years early."</i>The bond seemed to wriggle in his mind as he thought of his sister. The tuft of her hair was still as soft as the day he got it, and he looked over to Shula, trying not to let his emotions show, but not necessarily hiding them from the bond.<br/><br/>All the thoughts of her came suddenly, but not unwelcome, and in the dim lighting, Faelan could almost pretend Shula was human. "It's ironic you know, us working together like this." The edge normally in his voice wasn't there now, an unfamiliar gruffness taking it's place. "Larentia always figured I'd be the one to do something stupid. But look at me now, head first in a demon arena in the middle of hell, bonded to you, a class A demon none the less." Faelan wasn't quite sure where the emotions were coming from, but the thrill of the fight seemed to be wearing off, and he realized of all the people he knew that were still alive, if he was going to be stuck in this shit situation, he'd want it to be Shula stuck with him. Even though this was his fault, the tiny ways she nitpicked at him almost reminded him of his sister.