((Yay! For now I'm thinking just the two kids. I see Neriath being the elder brother by a year or two. >.> We should get together and knock heads about the timing of this stuff when we get a chance.))

Cipher Nine freezes for a moment, reaching for Purple's hand and squeezing it as tightly as he can without hurting her, stomach turning, a growl trying to fight its way up his chest and throat as horror and rage war inside him. The pain of the souls they passed on their way here was bad enough... this is almost more than he can bear to witness. "We have to stop this," he breathes quietly, clenching his jaw. "He doesn't deserve it."