...oooof course, he kinda-uh....plucked a feather from his wing. His glare lowered slightly at the wing before back up at him.
"...Wasn't ever planning on it, I'm not talk to a single one of these bastards that hurt Lukas, whether directly or not."
The smell just, got to him. He never, never enjoyed these sorta of smells. His stomach began to...curn?...Whatever fancy word for sick lol-, His hand clenched on the feather slightly, the sheer cries for help, and the.. actually insane people there just made him uncomfortable. There was bound to be one ACTUALLY bad person there, but regardless-he walked further. He had one thing on his mind, and whatever he had to do to get to it, he would.