Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

The paradigm shifts. Small, but it does. Then again what had he expected? Cicero is a real creature, not a storybook villain. Of course he has a life outside of the pain he's inflicted on Wildfire and whoever else. That this life includes fatherhood, and specifically, fatherhood of a... disabled child, doesn't change anything.

He hmms, thoughtful, watching the boy chew a tree root for a moment before looking back to Cicero. There is a question he wants to ask, but there is no tactful way to do it.  "He is unique," Argent settles on. He does not dwell on it. "I am new to your ranks," he says instead, "as you surely guessed." The titan falls silent, his unsaid curiosities hanging in the air between them. He is not a natural conversationalist after all.