Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

He watched as it all unfolded. One of the children torn by Potema's command before his brother stepped back and seemed to think that he should not be doing what he was doing. Cicero's head canted as he looked at Damien, watched as his brother said that it was them who were being punished for their sins. Their sins were all in the names of their gods, they were all their gods longed for. Blood, lust, rage, power. Cicero did not believe they were being punished, but he was not unhappy enough to see his children live even if he felt little fatherly affinity for them now. Potema was right, perhaps, that they should be killed, but a part of him wished to see them grow up, see how they would flourish.

Vaati was very welcome. It was not visible on Cicero's face but when Vaati told Potema to nurse, he felt relief. Upon Vaati's command to Damien Cicero nosed his brother's shoulder, taking a step closer, and said, "Come, brother. We leave." Fully intent on guiding Damien away, back to the shelter of his own madness, back to where he could not harm the children and where he would not frighten Potema with his words; and where Cicero would not frighten her with his presence.