He was more subtle than his siblings in his markings and more subtle in personality too it seemed. Shakespeare was definitely the quiet child, so completely different from the rather loud Caesar and Colette, no abuse, denial, shouting or screaming would sound from the boy. He surely had his own imperfections, though apparently there were a little easier to ignore when they didn't provide you with reasons for constant headaches, the reason Isolde sat with him and offered her time now rather than continue to escape to peaceful isolation.
"I don't know" The boy admitted slowly, a thoughtful expression crossing over his features as he pondered upon the matter. He honestly hadn't planned that far ahead, he had no ideas for what he could possibly do with the precious time alone with his mother. "I just wanted you. I didn't think of anything."
