Raj watched her. "Yeah. That is her other name. The old man said when she was in Camelot she called herself Morgan. That she was the Lady of Ravens and Death. A dark sorceress of mysterious origins. The man called himself Merlin." He shakes his head. "I don't know but they won't leave me alone. I don't know why." He found himself fascinated with her fire like hair. It wasn't just red it was fire colored. He shrugs a bit. "I guess. I just happen to be passing through most likely. If I stop running they'll try again." He runs a hand over his hair. Lowering his hand through his hair. He wasn't lying about not harming her. He could see her distrust and uncertainty of the truth of his words. It stung and hurt him far more than anything else that had happened in the past week.<br/><br/>He backed up a few steps. He shakes his head. "Not usually. I have been away from others for fear of them getting hurt by this power. Before I had control...or mostly in control of it...it was a living power. It was so like magic it was scary. Though magic isn't real so I'm not sure what it could be. At least I don't think magic is real." He looked at her even more hurt at her next comment. "No but then again no one has ever in any form asked." He says in an almost bitter pain. His tone filled with pure hurt and confusion. "Your hating me too." He says. Backing up more. "You have a pretty name and you are very beautiful." He backed up more. "I'm sorry. I'll just leave. I am just going to be hated and you don't believe me anyways. So I'll leave to prove that I won't hurt you." He says. The pain and hurt in his voice. "I'm sorry. For whatever I did to make you hate me...I'm sorry."<br/><br/>He looked at her and called back. "I'm really sorry!" He turned and ran off. Feeling extreme hurt and more than extremely horrible that she feared him. He was quite certain it was due to the power. A single tear trailed down his cheek. It stung. It all just stung. Why couldn't he have just been born normal? "I hate everyone hating me!  I hate everyone being afraid! Stupid power I wish I wasn't born with it!"  he says in a foreign language he knew. It was said a bit loud. Latin most likely. Or a language similar to latin but far older. When he was a bit away from her and nearing the edge of the park he stopped. Just stopped entirely. "I tried. I tried. The world saw I tried. I tried reaching out and explaining things. Telling the truth and telling someone why I felt or was doing or anything about me...it backfired. I'll grab some food. Some small amount of shut eye and then run off some more." He runs a hand through his hair.