[Cecil's face breaks into a smile -- a genuine smile, his sombre mood temporarily forgotten.] ...As you wish, Theodor.

[There would be brohugs, if he wasn't so absurdly large. As it is, Cecil settles for taking one of his hands and clasping it in his -- like brothers. Like he has for Kain and Yang and anyone else close to him, countless times before.]

Do you know what they say your name means? Rosa looked it up, while she and I were choosing a name for Ceodore.