Terzo sat on the couch in his office. He had overworked himself, going over the necessities for the Penumbral Passage tour. Copia had brought him some tea. Terzo took said tea, smiling and waving the cardinal away. He yawned. That was when they came in. Terzo looked up, a soft half smile on his face.

“Satanas below. Il mio dolce bambino, come. Spend time with your papa. He has overworked himself again. Such a stubborn man your papa is.”