Caesar made a noise low in his throat; half gasp, half growl. He honestly hadn't expected Albert to relate any of the details of his kidnap and torture, but he certainly wasn't going to keep him from talking.

He didn't pity Albert, not in the least. He was angry for him, he ached for him, but he didn't pity him, and he knew that Albert did not expect or want it.

Caesar glanced at his brother before turning his eyes back to the trail. "They don't look that bad, when you put it that way," he said quietly, making a mental note to try not to disturb them any more than necessary.

He did his best to keep a calm face as his anger built, using it as fuel to keep them moving along the path. They'd entered the outer edges of the village, and Caesar gently corrected their course towards the housing they shared. For once, he was greatly relieved that they both lived on the lowest floor; stairs would have been impossible in the state they were in.

He kept his eyes down, trying to ignore the people around them. Fortunately, the village was mostly quiet, and those that were out didn't seem inclined to interfere.

It's kind of sad, he thought, his lips curling into a mirthless smile. This is the closest we've been in years and years.