Time away from Inferni’s borders meant time away from the war. After the youth had found blood on his hands as his ticket into the clan, he was hesitant to dip them again. Of course the Russian was no stranger to fighting, as he and his brother often quarreled with one another. But war… well war was a different thing entirely. The Russo boy wasn’t quite sure what he thought about it just yet. For now, he hung back and aided his clan by providing the supplies that they needed. He had yet to engage in combat, and hoped it would remain like that for some while.
"Yes, maybe mine mozher vill follow." Silas knew that his mother would be lonely without Anatoliy by her side, even with the entire Russo compound surrounding her. She wasn’t a Russo by blood, and Silas was sure she’d feel lost now that both lover and children had fled to the ocean. Perhaps she’d find a boat as well. Perhaps she was already on her way. Though young, the Agata boy knew that was just wishful thinking. Either way, he was glad that he had his brother back.
Beneath the dark onyx strands of hair, Silas found his gaze focusing on the lilac of Mati’s shining eyes. She had looked away from him for a moment as she considered his question, and he found a gentle smile form as he watched her. When her gaze traveled back, Silas averted his eyes, listening closely to her words. "A mural?" He didn’t know the meaning of the word for sure, but it struck interest in him. "Vhat ees zhat?" Though she didn’t seem enthused about it, Silas felt that her light tone suggested that perhaps it gave her peace, this mural. He wanted to know more.