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What - could it be? Vittore grew rigid as a voice called his name, eyes round with shock and disbelief. He barely had time to process the voice, the fur, when that figure became blurred, running towards him. "Si vede chiaramente, fratello!" he called back, voice shaking from the excitement, the joy. The feeling of seeing one of his brothers again, not only a clan brother but also a blood brother. He had been growing fearful - day by day, as the weeks wore on, that he would never see any of the cosca again. And yet, here he was. Here was Basil.

Vittore with little hesitation bounced out to meet Basileus, tail a smudge whirling in the air as the two brothers near collided. Basil nosed Vittore's neck, and the mafioso immediately returned the gesture, a sigh of relief, of the first happiness he had had since the disaster had struck.

There was so much he needed to tell his brother - Enrico, the cosca! About Father and Antonio... slowly, that happiness faded away, and he stepped back away from his brother. "Non pensavo che mi piacerebbe vedere di nuovo uno, fratello," he said softly. "Oh, Basileus - Tanto è successo! Non so da dove cominciare questa tragica storia."