Blackfeather Woods i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Cicero looked down at his brother at the whimper. His brother remained at his feet, but Cicero sensed that he was more awake than before. He did not ask for the dream that had doubtlessly caused the sound; perhaps it was because Cicero himself did not wish to tell anyone of his own nightmares, and so he was not too nosy about anyone elses'.

A smile came across his face as his brother thanked him for looking over. Cicero realised that although it felt that he knew them, for he often watched over them from the darkness, he did not really know them in-depth, nor they him. Perhaps, now that they were no longer tiny blobs, it was time to change that. "What things does Pietro like to do?" Cicero asked his brother, curious what personality his brother was developing.