Darius was slowly sipping his wine and looked away in deep thought. "Alright, I think I'll have mother do that. It was her that had been attacked." He nodded looking somewhat concerned before turning towards Zechariah.

He was not going to question whether he had been grieving. He knew he felt little, he wasn't close despite being brothers, but there was no way he would let them know that.

"My father?" Darius was confused by the question. "I .. don't know. I think he finds me a disappointment. He loved his son, Magnus. I don't want to be the person he wants me to be." He finally admitted.