"What? No," Faolan counters, narrowing his eyes, confused and trying not to make the situation any worse than he already has. "It wasn't like that. It wasn't..." He'd lied to everyone. Not that that was any better, he supposes. He raises his hands to run through his hair, over his face.

"I went under cover, shortly after I was volunteered into being a Guardian. They wanted to know information about Circle Midnight. I couldn't tell anyone, anyone what I was doing. No one. And that lasted for months. I had to call it off when I got promoted in Hillingdon. By then I was in too deep. I didn't know how..."

He keeps his gaze on his hands on the desk as he answers the rest of it. "I used to think I was human. Lately... I don't know. I'm not sure anymore. Ever since we were in the other world, since I helped take down that fae that was impersonating Lancelot... I don't know."