Jacopo is inscrutable, but perhaps a little nervous - he hides it so well only Apple can tell. Cato is visibly agitated, though whether from rage or fear or nervousness you cannot say. He deliberately avoids looking at Jacopo.
Cato closes his eyes, leaning back against the edge of the pool. "Andrei will join us shortly, Mistress Winds. He is not a council member; his purpose is for what comes after."
"The nudity and the hotspring are traditions. We met here when the White Lady was young and fair and innocent, naked to show that we were equals in this water. It serves other purposes as well. You will have to meet in the same spirit, for Jacopo and I are preparing to leave all of you, and let you inherit our legacy and our mistakes.
Cato sighs, and you can see that hint of madness and pain and rage. "It pains me to agree with him even on this," he says, gritting his teeth. "But we both think you are too weak, or too set in your ways to preserve it. I must admit, I am a little nostalgic - magi come and go, but the Lady remains."
"As for Nonna's son..."
As Cato talks, Jacopo has silently gotten out of the water, and walking deliberately to the mouth of the cave. He looks out into the storm, shivering a little.
Finally, Jacopo speaks, his back still turned to you. His voice is flat, emotionless. "Nonna Francisca's son? He is dead. By my hand."
He turns around, still naked, and in his hand he holds a silver knife. It is simply made, but exquisitely crafted. There is something emblazoned on the hilt, partially covered by Jacopo's fingers. He smiles, and there is something cruel in his face. He sneers slightly, the dim light of the cave glinting on his white teeth and the knife both.