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Pietro's voice caused one ear to slide backwards towards the brother. A thin smile briefly blew across Cicero's face before it faded once more. His sunken darkened eyes turned towards Pietro, who came up to him once he realised that something was amiss. Cicero had hoped that no one would need to see him in his present state, for he knew that others might not agree with the pain he so actively sought in his experiments for knowledge. He did not feel like having discussions about it. It would pass, this, as it always had, and he would know how to recognise this particular mushroom as very potent.

"Pietro," he said and he tensed his stomach muscles as a sting of pain shot through his body. "Cicero will be alright." He was not sure how to really describe what was going on with him; he didn't want to encourage Kendra or Pietro into doing the same, but neither had he ever been one to withhold information or lie. "It is an experiment for poisons." That was the clearest way he could describe what he had done. He just hoped that his little brother would understand in some way.