Witch's Marsh Oh [m]y God, she looks so helpless, and her body's saying: "Hell yes."

There was a heavy pause, and Potema held her breath, turning her head as best as she could. The tie between then ebbed away, until they parted. When she felt him exit, she turned to face him, her single, questioning eye peering into him, searching out the truth.

But when it came, she felt her heart break. Her eye widened as far as it could, until she felt as if her eyelids would rip. The woman's mouth was open, agape, as she heard her brother's name. Of all people: Cicero. She blinked, still shocked. She asked a question which she didn't care if Xan had the answer to: Why?