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"Xan." Cicero nodded to confirm he intended to use proper name from now on. He wondered what the word was that he had spoken — Tamalupa — but did not press to ask Xan, for it did not seem relevant beyond his own curiosity. He liked it so far, but missed his sister. It was a little wounding to think of being torn apart from Damien and Potema at young age, and so Cicero sympathised for Xan.

Thoughts drove towards steering the fate of Xan and his sisters together once more, but it was probably not the wisest thing to tell him. However, Cicero liked to offer council where fit, and so he could not help himself. "Perhaps one day the Dark Brotherhood can retrieve them, with Xan." Cicero's face remained stoic while he said this, masking whatever feelings he might have about the matter. "Does Xan know how to fight? He could help retrieve them, then." And if he could not fight well just yet, well, Cicero was not the best fighter but he could make a start at teaching what Damien had taught him.