Blackfeather Woods Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

Damien spoke with derision at the thought of them, their fathers. Bane had responded with confusion when they met, slowly realization growing between them. Perhaps it was amnesia, or split personality, but Bane, Keith, wasn't entirely to blame. She couldn't fully bring herself to call for his death, unlike with Burke, but it did not matter. He was not their father; they had none, except Sithis.

Their uncle joked gently, dancing around the topic. Potema shook her head. No, it never is, She said softly.