Darius didn't know much about this dark side to his brother, but he dismissed it. "I'm his brother, I'm not afraid of him." He walked over and knelt down to look into her face. The single tear was lovely too and he wished he could hold it in time, but he also didn't want her to be miserable, she didn't deserve it as far as he could tell. "I don't go out often, so I'd be here too. He wouldn't dare murder you in the house, I'm quite certain father would disown him. And he'd get no where as a shame to society and not a pence to his name. Don't you think you are far safer here hidden away in my room than where he gets to you regularly anyway?"