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Cicero's teeth bared in warning as Xan let out a dismissive sound at his words. Though they were meant to provoke, for that was one of Cicero's favourite pasttimes, he had meant them. It was clear coming onto this scene that Xan had caused this mess, and so he should be the one to clean it up. An eye for an eye. Justice was a thing, however skewered Cicero's moral standards may be, that he held very dearly.

"Xan caused it, so Xan should fix it." Mismatched eyes stared intently at Xan from sunken sockets, his face still looking worn from the famine's ravaging on his body. He was thin, bones showing almost as though he was a skeleton model in a classroom, but it did not take away the strength of his gesture. He spared the pup a single glance before he looked back at Xan, lifting his lips to reveal a snarl in warning as he said: "One should do as they are told by their elders, Alexander."