Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

The void. Cicero was not as learnt in the teachings as his brother, he found out, for he had never heard of this void. It sounded dark and cold, but who knew what any place would truly look like after death? It was not like anyone had ever seen it and returned, as far as Cicero knew. So no one knew what it was like until one was there. Yet he did not mention it, not wanting to dishearten Damien. The thought of seeing Meldresi again was a pleasant prospect, for their time spent with their mother had been too short, but he did not share that either.

Cicero waited, nearly falling asleep many times before Damien's return. He was shook awake when something was thrown in front of him. A moment or two Cicero sniffed the raccoon corpe, inspecting it before finally digging his teeth into the flesh. The bites he took were small, for he was so hungry and emaciated he could not devour anything even if he'd wanted to. He swallowed them difficultly and looked at his brother, seeing the desire on his face. "Eat with me," Cicero murmured; he did not want his brother to share in his fate.