As they walked Thorn raised his concerns with what just happened, all of them valid.  Fenrir was coming to the realization that Thorn was going to become the voice of reason on the Outsiders.  [color=lightsteelblue][I]Good thing too, after Poltergeist has failed so utterly to step into the role as I hoped.[/i][/color]  Strange, perhaps, that a former gang-banger should become a creature possessed of such an abundance in common sense, but should Fenrir be surprised that Valentine's unique experiences had changed him?  Fenrir's certainly had.  

Fenrir felt the need to explain himself to Thorn, to have the plant man understand why he thought today's exercise would be a good idea.  He couldn't quite put his finger onto why, but he wanted Valentine to respect him, not just because Fenrir was his leader but as a person.  Perhaps it was because Magnus respected Thorn so much.  

[color=lightsteelblue]"There was a point to it Thorn.  I've never seen the team in action before.  I missed all of last nights action, but the outcome of that made me realize I need to understand my team better before I can more effectively lead them." 

"I am a creature of passion and movement.  Reading a persons accomplishments on paper doesn't compare to seeing them in action.  I now know that while Warpath and Twilight both see themselves as my natural successors, imagine their training trumps my savagery, they both have a ways to go before they are ready for the role.  I now know that Quantum's chip on his shoulder goes beyond a reckless attitude and a taste for cheap alcohol, that he flat out refuses to be beaten.  I've seen who has a future here, and who doesn't."

"I agree.  It is time to remove the weak links, leaving the pack with nothing but the strong.  And this morning has revealed the weak."[/color]  

They had reached the medbay now, Fenrir setting Madcap down upon one of the cots before accepting the antidote from Thorn and applying it to the clown.  

[color=lightsteelblue]"I don't know how cut out I am for this."[/color]  Fenrir spoke quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself.  His gaze was steady on Madcap, though his eyes were cloudy and far away.  Whatever he was looking at, it was far in his past and not in this room.  [color=lightsteelblue]" I can lead a team on the battlefield.  I can fight.  If need be I can kill.  This though?  This is different, this welding of so many extreme personalities into one cohesive unit.  The man in me doesn't know what to do next.  The beast in me is certain of the steps I must take, but those steps seem so [i]savage[/i].  Yesterday I almost tore Adam's throat out when he challenged me.  He challenged my authority, and my first response was to shred him.  A real leader would never have considered that."

"Perhaps you [b]shouldn't[/b] support me."[/color]  He stopped then, almost suddenly, as if he had just realized what he had said.  He glanced up a Thorn to guage the plant-mans reaction to his words, before making a sound that sounded like a cross between a snort and a snarl.  [color=lightsteelblue][i]Better to just ignore I said anything.  Thorn is discretion-ate enough not to mention anything.[/i][/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]"Well.  I have some chaff to separate."[/color] He finally said before walking out of the med-bay.  He nearly tripped over Belle on his way out.  Fenrir hadn't spoken to the girl since yesterday.  He had thought to give her space after the incident with the cruiser.  That was a mistake, he realized now, as he seen how despondent she looked.  He knelt by her side.  The chaff could wait. 

[color=lightsteelblue]"What bothers you, cub?" [/color]