Nocturne Summit New Bohemia

At the first signs of aggression, Cicero halted and did not further approach the ledge, for he hadn't ever intended to make her feel frightened, nor had he expected it. He studied her, being the creature with a lust for information about all sorts of manner even in his own darkest hour. He wondered what made her so scared, for it could not truly be him — non-threatening, raggedy-looking and small — and he thought it strange, her fear, unaware how close to the solution to this mystery he was.

It was only when she spoke that it hit her. What do you want. He flashed back to his own recent encounters, to the encounter with the chocolate wolf not long ago — he'd used the exact same words, word for word the same, and that was when he realised what she was afraid he would do, and took back a step.

His eyes widened with surprise and sadness both while he wondered what had happened to this delicate flower for her to grow so fearful. It wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about, for it reminded him of his own sorrows and of the likely cause for her righteous paranoia. For some time he just stood still, teetering at the frays of her comfort zone, acknowledging her threats and not nearing further while he stared at her sorrowfully through his haunting mismatched eyes.

Eventually his lips parted and he said with a hollow voice: "Hit me." It sounded ridiculous, but Cicero did not care how he sounded. He wasn't even sure if it'd help her at all. He could have laughed and said 'don't worry, I'm gay for my brother', as he may have if it wasn't for his own fear and disgust. He swallowed dryly and added: "Chew me out and hurt me until you're no longer afraid of me, so that we may sit and talk about either of our sorrows, or about nothing at all until it is forgotten if but for a second." Not sure if that was what she needed, it was what he needed. To feel alive again, to push away the beast — for he realised that in his attempts not to frighten her further, he had assumed Sheogorath's speech — and to help her. For somehow, if he could help her, maybe he could help himself, too.