Meko sighed and nodded his head. â€œI see.â€ He said softly. â€œRikono will not like that.â€ He said softly. His hand touching the birthmark. â€œI might not be violent and a fighter...Rikono is. He will stop at nothing to protect me. My guardian wolf....â€ He looked down. â€œHe will not allow any to kill me. How else do you think I survived an explosion that great?â€ He whispered. His hand lowered and the birthmark shimmered. He looked at Taylor. â€œI am not a fighter. I am a fae. I have never been taught to fight. Rikono is my only means of protection. He fights where I can not.â€ He looked down for a moment. His eyes shifting colors as he held a conversation with his wolf and Rikono. â€œMy wolf and Rikono urge me to give you trust.â€ He said after a few moments. â€œSo...I will trust you.â€ he said softly.<br/><br/>He yelped when the banshee like yell left the womanâ€™s lips. Holding his pointed ears protectively. His wolf letting out a whine. He stood up slowly. Looking at Taylor. â€œI will trust you. I really donâ€™t have much choice even if they were not in agreement I should trust you.â€ He looked down. â€œYou are the only means I have in living.â€ he looked up at Taylor. â€œScino told me to encrypt different pieces of his work. He said he wanted them to be used as tools to bring world peace. He did not want them to be used as tools of war. I can not tell you what they are as I swore I would not to old man Scino. I can tell you some of them...would change the world and art of war forever.â€ he was whispering.<br/><br/>Then he heard Scino was dead. Tears started to trail down his cheeks. â€œNo.... No...â€ He said. Whimpering a bit. â€œHe was all I had. Old man scino was the only one who accepted and did not care about my mixed race. Did not care I was one of the last of the fae.â€ He wiped away the tears. â€œHow many years?â€ He asked in a soft voice. Walking tenatively closer to Taylor. â€œLetâ€™s get out of here.â€ He said softly. â€œWhat happened to the world...that the government will kill their prisoners...instead of giving the a chance? What happened to when the innocent were innocent until proven guilty?â€ He said. He was so confused. He was next to Taylor. His eyes shot to the door where the chair was scraping.<br/><br/>He looked up at the taller and older male. â€œI am ready whenever you are.â€ He said honestly. His birthmark shimmering as his guardian wolf was ready to be summoned or to self summon depending on how life threatening this situation became. He watched Taylor crouch down. The position was a curious one. He tensed as the door finally burst open. He took up a defensive instead of offensive stance. He could protect without hurting. It was the way of the fae. It was the way of the gypsy (usually). The door suddenly burst open. He had to trust Taylor even knowing nothing about him. What was going to happen now?