Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

"Tomorrow," he confirmed with a nod and then he slipped into the shadows, away from Kendra, once more. He would find her the next day, and in the meantime ponder all that she had told him. He wondered if she could ever be fixed, but then, could any of them ever be? What words would calm her and what words would only provoke her further? He was not so sure, for she was predictable only in the sense that she would be unpredictable. Cicero settled by Damien's side with a sigh after cleaning up his chest, not speaking a word of what'd transpired between him and his sister that day.