Chances were Shakespeare would have been furious if he ever discovered that this entire ridiculous situation could be pretty much entirely blamed on his brother. Caesar's moods hadn't improved at all and truth be told whilst he was his brother and the little family he seemed to have left, Shakespeare was already struggling enough with actually liking him these days. He'd grown rather bitter, hints of the sweet little mummy's boy still existed, he still missed his parents but there was a fury boiling below the surface at these stupid Imperium wolves. How could they all continue on like everything was fine when a family had been destroyed? They had the power to put it back together, they'd damn well had the power not to break it in the first place.
This irritation meant it was with great reluctance that he made his way to the gathering point for this meeting. It wasn't often that they were all summoned together, though the idea of sitting with the all the other children to act all happy and carefree disgusted him. He'd go though, if only for Colette, his nose told him she'd already joined the mob and he wouldn't leave her to suffer alone. She had been seriously broken by all of this, a shadow of her former self and whilst her screams had driven him mad, what he wouldn't give to hear her confident shouts again. Silently he slipped past the other children now, not giving any a second thought as he moved to his sister's side.
