Blackfeather Woods Blood, gold and tears

Cicero did not believe that others would condemn them for such a love. There were not even many wolves in the pack of presently, and if they would rebel against them, they would chase them out. Would they not succeed in such things then they would relocate and they would build the brotherhood somewhere else. It was, in Cicero's eyes, not as difficult as Potema and, likely, Damien were making it out to be. "We are the brotherhood," he said. He did not think Nemesis' moral compass would truly care much about such a thing, and the others, well, he did not care much for them. It was not that Cicero wanted to push through his own will: but he wanted Damien's to be free of but's and if's, and make the decision for himself, not for the sake of others.

Yet it showed what must be done. He had much to consider, and much to do. "Potema is a good sister," he said, a somewhat surprisingly soft undertone to his voice. He might not voice these things often, but apart from Damien, Potema was one of the closest things he had to attachment in this world.