Cyrus simply sat and observed. His anger was getting much harder to control. He couldn't keep his kids; the kids he always wanted. He looked down at his hand. Apparently, he had been clenching his fists so hard that he was now bleeding. He wiped his hand out of sight on his leggings. At the appearance of the new fellow, he did nothing. At this point, his anger was gone. He felt... numb. This was... the way he was. Cyrus rarely gets angry, but when he does, he doesn't leave the wrongs against him unanswered. Boiling anger... followed by numbness... then a plot for revenge. But didn't he say that just because they were being taken, that didn't mean he couldn't see them? He felt a little better... the numbness persisted still, but it wasn't as intense as before.<br/><br/>He crossed his arms and looked over at the new arrival. Clearly, Wiflor was familiar with him. What was their relationship, he wondered.