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And just like that the peace offering was slapped away like an annoying gnat. Corvo resisted the urge to growl, holding onto the resolve that had kept him out of a lot of trouble so far. Then again, sometimes trouble found him. 

The younger male went on, speaking his piece and then some. It was like Corvo was speaking to his brother all over again. The same bitterness that sprouted when he did not get his way. Taking it out of everyone else. It was the sort of attitude that had ultimately gotten his mother killed. 

"That what you're problem is? The world full of unfairness?" he asked, tone coated with sarcasm. "Something to consider, there's a lot more to this big world than one lousy fish." He stood, turning back toward the way he'd come, though he did not intend on settling into his resting spot again. He wouldn't linger here any longer. It was clear Corvo had outstayed his welcome in the area. Time to move on again.