Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

He took his distance from his sister because he knew what had happened; what he had awakened to those moons ago. It did not quite feel like it had been two moons and in his time he had mostly cared for Damien. Had brought his brother food, had spoken to him — though never of this — and had been with his brother. He liked to think it helped, but it was hard to tell. Cicero went to find his brother in the labyrinths that day but he found no trace of his brother. Only a scent trail that eventually led out and away. He followed the trail until eventually he reached a place that smelled of the betrayal he, himself had done.

He was not sure whether he should focus upon what Potema had brought into this world — a weird feeling of affinity to the little ones, but at the same time a sickening feeling in his stomach at the thought that they were his — or upon Damien, the real reason he was here. He would not have found Potema that day, and certainly would not have come close to the spawn, had Damien nog been there. Cicero approached silently and waited a few meters away from Damien, aiming not to be seen but desiring to know what was going on — and whether Damien was healthy again, now, for however much he ever would be again.