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Were it not for the games that he was playing — for though he might have made a decent Cicero, Sheogorath's feelings weren't exactly the ones that ran so deep when it came to his brother — he may have smirked at the revelations. He didn't remember. A lot had happened between the brothers and yet so little. Sheogorath could feel a tingle in his stomach much like the one he knew Cicero held for his brother, but still so very different at the same time.

He cast his eyes down at Damien's revelations in some kind of sadness, and then he looked up at Damien, mismatched eyes seeking his brother's. "We were lovers," he said, choosing to go the subtle route, knowing how flighty Damien may be. He only looked at his brother and sought out his eyes, sought out a connection, sought out any signs of whether or not his plans had any way of succeeding.