Blackfeather Woods Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

The truth was told from both ends, and Miraak as much as Potema reacted along the lines of what Damien was expecting. Their ties had been hidden to the Spiderlings since birth, probably long before to those that resided with the priestess before them, so finding out about their heritage was no minor thing.

"I wanted you to come here first, uncle," said Damien in return to Miraak's reaction. Damien didn't know where to start now, knowing that Miraak was desperate to know how Meldresi had died. He deserved to know. "Meldresi didn't live long after giving birth to our siblings," he started, deciding that there wasn't a more appropriate beginning than his mother's end. "We were born along a third, Cicero. But the other two are no longer with us. Pietro died shortly after Meldresi, and Kendra couldn't cope with the grief. She's abandoned us since," explained the dark one, maintaining his composure all along despite how sad the situation was.