"Losing a sibling like that is enough to drive anyone outside of their head," Cain said. That much he knew for certain, but it was also why he knew Mithos had no excuse. They faced the same sort of eternity with the same sort of despair in front of them, and Mithos with his power had simply ripped the world into pieces in his grief and insanity. Everyone was different, and reactions to grief were among the least understood, yet Cain couldn't help but be vaguely disappointed. He shook his head. "He made his choices, and it's resolved by now at any rate."

Seeing her smile, Cain couldn't help but smile as well. "Yes, Rome. That's my city," he said. Not much of an explanation or what the possessive really meant. To him, it said everything. It was everything. Where he had grown up only retained significance in that he'd grown there with Remus. Rome was where he belonged — where he had made sure it prospered so that Remus could have belonged there, too.