Terra had walked out of the kitchen leaving Farkas to his own devices. She was in no mood to be lectured on what was going on and how she should take others into consideration. She for all intensive purposes had always put others first. This time she was not going to be forced into an answer.

"Damn all the gods!" She cursed loudly. She had left her sandwich there in her fit of rage.

Not wanting to lose her resolve she continued to her room. Her stomach protesting the whole way there. She could leave and get something but she was stubborn and she knew it. Hunger instead of facing truth, sad predicament for her to really be stubborn on, but she was that way and she was okay with that.

Her room was slightly warm because of the fire but not warm enough. She felt like she had become like a frost demon. Her heart was shut off from everyone. She was not going to die of a broken heart, she did not want anyone to have that control over her.

Terra stopped suddenly. Something felt wrong. The room felt occupied. Being lost in thought was dangerous for someone like her. She hadn't checked the room, and now her back was exposed. That damn man made her drop her guard and now she could be in danger. She hated the thing he did to her.

Terra couldn't do anything as she felt the dagger slide across her throat.

"Playing with a puppy huh?" His voice cut sharply through the silence. He continued, "Didn't you learn your lesson from the betrayers?"

Terra sighed softly, Cicero had actually had the gall to come to her in her house, not the sanctuary. "You actually came here to what Cicero?"

"One does wonder about that," Cicero's voice cracked as he tries not to cackle.

"I mean it, Cicero. This is not funny. You have a knife at my throat," Terra growled at him.

"I do not do this out of respect but as a way to get you to make the clear choice for mother's sake," he pulled the knife away slowly.

"I do my duties as listener, mother accepts me for what I am, what are you trying to impose on me as mother's will?" She didn't want to cause him to become unhinged there. She could take him normally but without her weapons with her at the moment he could kill her with ease. "That's right...get him to talk. Take the focus off of you," she whispered softly, this little habit to calm herself wasn't a good thing but one does not fix quarks in the middle of a possible deathe sentence.

"I do not even dare to even attempt to believe I understand mother's will. I do however think one does know she would not take to you being with a traitor kind," Cicero whined as the sound of the knife being sheathed echoed lightly.

"He is not a traitor to mother as he knows nothing of mother. One who does not follow our ways can not be held accountable for the mistakes of others who are the same kind," she was annoyed that he would have a prejudice because well if one thought hard he could because he was almost killed by one. She shook her head slowly trying to take the thoughts that mirrored Cicero's own from her own conscience as it could be a slippery slope to madness.

"He is trying to own the listener, he is a dog though they can be loyal, they are territorial. This could lead to this puppy trying to follow you and prevent you from…" Cicero's pause from finishing made Terra nervous as she had not turned toward him in fear of invoking his rage. He was fickle when it came to unleashing it and at the moment she could only assume that him being here he could become unstable and attack.

Terra stiffened when she felt his hand caress her back. It was gentle something one did not expect for Cicero to know except when he handled mother.

"One wonders if what one feels is real," Cicero whispered into Terra's ear. "Mean everything wastes away and dies so why take any value in emotions when they go with us and do not stay with those we want," his breathing was warm against her skin.

"What one feels is their own to experience. We can not be expected to give ourselves up to those who might love us but can not ever understand what we have been through," Terra sighed trying not to understand the insanity that seemed to be oozing out of the man who was behind her.

"I couldn't really hurt you, we are children of mother after all," the delirious speech was returning to Cicero's voice. "Though maybe that makes us siblings more then anything else but I don't believe that. I think we are kindred spirits bound by mother. She has given us a chance to…" Cicero began caressing her cheek and soon was forcing her to look over her shoulder at him. He leaned slowly toward her.

Terra was unsure of what to do. Here was this man swallowed by the chaotic nature of the Brotherhood. She remembered reading Cicero's journals. The intensity of the pain and suffering but also the bad luck he had because of events he couldn't control. When he was with her he changed. It was almost like he became whole when she was there.

"Terra?" Farkas' voice echoed through the house even though he stood right before her door.