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True anger, black and cold flooded Citadels eyes as Bals dagger ended at his throat. There was a silent dare mixed in that seething cold anger. Daring his brother to push that dagger a little harder, that the fight wouldn't end until one of them was dead. 


Instead, his brother dropped that dagger, and the blue wolf's paw twitched with a desire to do something he's regret. “You understand nothing, brother.” He said, leaning forward into the space his brother provided. “Perhaps one day, someone will threaten your freedom, will force into a position that goes against your nature. Let's see how you fair then. Let's see how far you'll go.” Or perhaps Balrog, so patient and careful with his choices would take the cowards way out. Citadel felt they would never understand each other, that this chasm growing between them could never be traversed. How could they be brothers. Yet be so different?