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Death was a part of Cicero’s life, too, although he relished in this fact less than his brother did. Cicero did not care if Damien thought him to talk on for too long, or thought him not to understand what he had initially meant, and ignored any of the faces and eye-rolling, if he even saw them. Cicero was not sensitive to what others thought of him.

Damien agreed that death was the only solution, but wanted Grimnir to suffer all the same. This combination was dangerous, for lighter poisons meant more suffering, but also the potential that the victim might get over it instead of die. After a moment’s thought, Cicero shared: ”A smaller dose might not mean death. But a bigger dose might mean less suffering.”

He added, his face neutral: ”We could go for a smaller dose and finish ourselves before he has a chance to recover.” There was something about pain that was interesting, for it held more power than death. Cicero had never minded getting hurt when they played as pups, and even now he enjoyed being roughed up when he and his brother fought. But to hurt another… While he had not often administered pain, and his grudge against Grimnir was nowhere near as big as Damien’s, the thought of slowly ending Grimnir’s life pleased Cicero.