The young Cajun, who had grown up on the streets, who had finally found a family, who was a mutant and now ex-husband of one of his few and only friends, was now walking away from the only home he had known for the past 7 years of his life.

{It's amazin' what one young chile can see b'fore he even turns 20} The 18 year old man thought to himself. He couldn't help the tears forming in his eyes, the eyes that got him the name "Le Diable Blanc", his mutant Red-on-Black eyes. Right now he wished for anything else, any other eyes except for these. {Merde! What am I supos'ed t'do maintenant? I can' go back t'living on de streets, but it's my only choice now!} The Cajun didn't stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks now, he didn't want to either. "Belle, Remy be sorry Belle, but it wasn' my fault, Remy didn' want t'kill Julien, but it was eit'er 'im or Remy." He muttered to the air. He then picked up and set out for wherever he could find a place to sleep.