Percy snorted. He didn't take Kallen's apology for shit, but it did ease his temper a little, much as he didn't want to admit it. "I'd wish you luck with that, but it wouldn't be very like a dragon of me." He couldn't forget they were from rival gangs. They both wanted back into theirs and that hardly left room for friendship. Biting his lip, he started twisting his hands again with a little more tact than before. He refused to make a loud show of his efforts. "What'd you turn on them for anyway? That's a pretty shitty thing to do especially if you're going to regret it. I know if it was my cuz in charge, you'd be dead before you could say sorry."

Percy shuddered at the thought, especially since he was in too similar a situation. It didn't matter though. He would escape. And then what? For a second, Percy paused to think. If he did that, he couldn't expect to go back to his gang and be welcomed with open arms. Whether he snitched or not, being in enemy hands once made him an unreliable loose end. Unless...he brought a prize along to cushion his failures. "....actually, I do wish you luck. At least one of us should have a family to back to," he said with a smile dawning on his face.