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'He's right here' she said, and a powerful chill ran down his spine, electrifying every hair down to his rump in eerie discomfort. They couldn't possibly be talking about any one else than Cicero, and Damien didn't doubt a second that Averna most likely possessed the same ability her mother had to see beyond this mortal plane. And the presence that he sensed near, stalking him from behind somewhere in the dark, only reinforced Damien's belief that Averna was actually seeing his dead brother behind him. He didn't know if he should say something to him or whether it would do any good. Somehow he knew that Cicero would always be there somewhere stalking him like he had all his life, and though he missed him he still feared deeply what kind of powers might have been granted to him by the princes of oblivion for his wicked services down here in mundus. For all he knew, Cicero might e laughing down at the world next to Sheogorath himself, mad as ever.

So he focused on Averna, she who was flesh in front of him, she for whom Damien still could make an effort to safeguard against the world and from who he already knew how much potential could be exploited. You are gifted, Averna Said Damien, concern tainting the tone of his voice. Please let me care for you, let me show you how to use your gift, and not let it be used against you, for he knew the gift of sight could as well be a curse. I want to help you, he said as he took a daring step forward, hoping that his niece would welcome him for an embrace.