Blackfeather Woods slow motion

It was a lot to process for his sister, he realised, and he was not surprised. Truthfully, he wasn't too sure if it was smart to inform her of his condition — but all he had were these few moments at the steering wheel to achieve what he wanted. And if Cicero got to have a sibling to love, well, it wouldn't be fair if he didn't get a similar thing.

"I guess most just call me Cicero still, but I prefer Sheo," he said as he looked at his sister, who would no doubt recognise his middle name. "Look, I know it's a lot to process. But I couldn't just... You deserved to know." He smiled meekly, though it was all a charade, a grand play that he and everyone around him played a part in as puppets. But considering all that had happened, it was not a hard act to keep up; the lies were only within his emotions, not within the facts.