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"Better them than us," Pietro muttered, as petulantly steadfast as he would always be. He would not yet understand Cicero's fetishes; that he craved these "experiments" as he so naturally craved the chase. The boy swallowed his bitterness, feeling a sense of duty towards Cicero— if only because his Father kept him in the ranks of the Brotherhood. If Pietro had been an adult, this situation would have begun and ended very differently.

He kept pace with his slight brother, keeping close as though prepared to support him at any moment. "Someone could stop you," the stone child rebutted matter-of-factly. "That's what someone could do." And Pietro imagined that the male definitely needed to be stopped. Certainly no one who loved him would want him to continue these sorts of tests when it was such a great shade to his health. "Is this supposed to be a secret or something?" he asked, an unidentifiable edge to his young voice.