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He listened and he listened to Khusobek's spiel and with every new piece of information, the boy became a little more conflicted.

Rats were no good; not even his gourmand of a brother would dare to eat them. Kheti would see them sometimes, lurking in the shadows of the store rooms waiting to steal and to feast. 

But rats were creatures too, just like them. What Soto had done did not sound like poison.

In an effort to comfort himself more than anything, Kheti reached to clasp his father's paw in his own. "But gifts and songs are nice things, right papa?" He thought back to the objects left by Machi, struggling to discern the difference between the two scenarios.