"You're looking the wrong direction." The man smirked. "Go on, go if you can."

He nodded. Red grabbed the taller boy's arm and pulled him out quickly.

Quarrel followed along behind Red, his entire body tense as he held the child close.

With all these voices in his mind he couldn't detect attacks and it was making him nervous.

Suddenly...silence...no...just a single voice...someone humming softly and tunelessly. It was drowning out all the noise. Red was rushing with his hand locked onto Q's wrist- leaving the boy stumbling behind him.

Quarrel frowned in confusion as he was lead along. Who was drowning out the noise? It couldn't have been Red...

The thoughts that drifted into his mind weren't his own but they weren't really words like with normal people, they were more like...feelings and simple things. Like appreciating how warm he was to be up against.

Quarrel's eyes widened and he peered down at the boy in his arms.

The little one's eyes were closed and he nuzzled into Q's chest slowly with a soft smile on his pale face. His hair wasn't so much bleach white as it was a gleaming platinum color that was almost blinding.

Shifting the little one, Quarrel continued along with Red - enjoying the comfortable feeling that came with the silence, save for the humming and feelings.

"Shit!" Red ducked down- pulling Q down with him as guards came rushing up the other corridor.

Quarrel tucked up against Red quietly, holding the little boy protectively as he watched the guards run by.

"We can't just sneak by these guys, they're all over." Red whispered.

"Hi?" Came a small voice and Red blinked down at the little boy before putting a finger to his lips to try and signal him to be quiet.

"Shhh," Quarrel whispered to him gently, trying to soothe the boy with his mind.

Was this how it felt to be a parent? He felt a connect with the child, almost like the one he felt with Red...

But then shouldn't he have felt that as strongly in Kayen?

"Hi?" The boy chirped up again before he blinked at them and then looked at the guards with his pale eyes.

"Shhh," Quarrel said again, gently, as he looked around them with his bright silver eyes.

"What was that?" One of the men walked over and spotted them. "Hey!"

"Shhh!" The little boy hissed before the man flew back into the wall and splattered against it like an over-ripe tomato.

Quarrel's eyes went wide and his entire body went stiff with shock.