Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

When the tension fell somewhat, Cicero rolled onto his stomach. The wounds on his chest smarted somewhat, but he enjoyed the pain in a way. He would have enjoyed it more had he known that it truly helped Kendra too, though. She said that she wanted everyone else to feel her pain, but no one ever could. Pain was such a unique thing... Yet he understood her feeling, remembered his own violent streak when he had gone through his things.

"Ah, hurting others is what one wants... But is it what one needs?" Often these two were conflicting and he could only conclude the answer was no, because if it was a yes then she would have done it -- killed him, hurt him. "When Cicero was... When he was forced upon by another, he wanted to fix things by hurting others, for some time. But it brings only a temporary relief. It will never bring happiness." He had never told anyone about what had happened that day with the white wolf and he had not thought he ever would, but here it was. He doubted she would care for his story and was not sure it'd help her in any way, but somehow, it still felt really good to have it out there. "Pain is a temporary though good relief, too, yet only when it would help the other in some way... That is how it works for Cicero, anyway." It had always been like that for him. He'd enjoyed pain from a young age. Yet in time it had also become a way to control and suppress the beast.