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The serious look on the man did not phase Cornelius. He was accustomed to the stern expressions of his father Germanicus, and even tried to emulate the behaviors of his parents when they were around. The gore covering the man was of some interest to him however — that was a new find, and one that made the boy's belly rumble. The smell of the blood ignited his senses.

Then there came the meat. As the man dropped a piece of it before Cornelius, the boy's focus was entirely upon it. He dove for it; he didn't think to bite at it with his little teeth, but he did shove his face as close as it could get and take a few deep whiffs. He shuffled around the morsel a few times with his head down, huffing the smells that came off of it.