Campanella inclined his head as Winter spoke.
"Wise words."
A moment's pause.
"Tyche appears to have moved on. As for Star, I believe he goes where he believes he is most needed."
He exhaled: there, he had said it. His Cabal was a gutted shell once more. Just him and Briar Rose sharing an empty space thick with the few - yet deep - memories their group had made. The old theatre truly was becoming his second home: he had shared two Cabal's there. More memories served to only enrich the way he experienced the big building with its cavernous spaces.
"Aurora! No. Not interrupting."
His expression lifted.
"Hello Kaze."