I followed RÃ¦ven and Sheanne with my eyes, and then because I couldn't help myself, I leapt after them. I pulled myself up to a branch near them both, and surveyed them. I decided to keep my silence; I was fine to let RÃ¦ven collect herself. The cruelty of the circus haunted all our eyes, but only once before had I seen RÃ¦ven so tortured looking - when she killed Gabriel.<br/><br/>I peered at everyone below, who were no doubt wondering what was wrong with RÃ¦ven as much as I was, my mind whirring. My sight settled on Damien, who I could not help but feel a bitter resentment towards. Perhaps it was my just thoughts of Gabriel, but if my memory served me correctly, the two looked very similar. Very, very, close, in fact, wings excluded; they could almost be siblings... It hit me then, and I whipped my head towards RÃ¦ven. "They were brothers," I whispered. "Brothers..." I held absolutely no blame for Gabriel's death towards RÃ¦ven, but I was sure Damien wouldn't feel the same way.