Arcanus could already hear the soft clinking coming from the kitchen to announce the twin’s completion of their breakfasts.  Why they insisted on eating the colorful chunks of nothing but sugar called Blast-Os still alludes him, but he might just be able to use that energy for today’s training session.  They may be only seven in Earthen years – Earth being their birthplace and, thus, easiest means of calculation – but Garrus has already begun to teach them how to shoot and their mother has begun biotics lessons.

While skilled in the matter of harnessing biotic power into a destructive force, Jane doesn’t have quite the amount of experience in teaching her children to hold a barrier.  If Arcanus is to let Cassia and Damocles onto the field, he will make sure they can form the strongest barrier within their capabilities.  It’s also less of a struggle with their parents when Jane herself admits any of her training involves offensive biotics and happily agrees to his own training.

Looping the last of his robes’ closures into place, Arcanus smooths the black fabrics before turning to return to the twins before they can become restless in his absence.  Admittedly, he is not suited to tend to children of any age without Elyse’s aid, but she seems to have left the house in search of something to do instead of watching the training.  Just as well, he considers, as she’s apt to disprove of his planned incentive, even if it holds no possibility of harming either child.  She is much more comfortable tending to the energetic children than he is.  He despises admitting any sort of inability after so many years of needing to remain at his best or risk being assassinated for his position, but these two Vakarian children have managed one thing even a Thresher Maw was unable to do.

These two children, small as they are at their age, leave him completely unprepared more times than he cares to admit.  Yet, he realizes, the feeling doesn’t create as much discomfort as he would have previously imagined.