Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

An amused chuckle rumbled in Cicero's throat, though it was barely audible as he laid his head down on his paws. He felt at ease here, talking philosophy with his unphilosophical brother. His laughter turned into coughs when Damien asked him how he came up with these questions, deciding to keep the question itself unanswered. A weary smile rested on Cicero's face as he looked at Damien with admiration, revelling in how different he and his brother were.

"How did Damien become so trained in avoiding their answers?" Cicero returned, answering the question with a question of his own, just like Damien had. He had no answer to this question anyway, of course; the questions simply came to him, he did not come up with anything. He just wanted to peel open the frays of the closed book that was Damien with them, wanted to see Damien's soul. Perhaps because he knew that somewhere inside of there was the love that he longed for so desperately; if only he could get close enough to see, to know, he could die contently.