It wouldn't matter how close she had ever been to having a brother, she would only mourn hands around her throat. She would only ever know a dog that bites with a mouth full.

Bet on Losing Dogs, Septimus Crain

          I. I don't think I could ever forget you, his voice was low underneath the sound of riffles being fired. Septimus would share half of his munitions with him and without exchanging a word, Orion knew Septimus was listening to him. When we'll have our own houses in the victors' village and our names written on the doors, I'll be sure to come knocking at yours. Orion would say while his friend shook his head, a small smile growing on his features. Every damn morning.

Bet on losing dogs, I will pay for my place
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