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[quintessenceofdust]

[Hamlet whistles a tune pointedly.]

Shall we, shall we gather at the tree
Where they never hung the fraticidal king?

[He grins dementedly.]

Many thanks, dearest mun. You shall not regret this. My homicidal uncle will not survive the trap we shall set for him. Panem cannot survive his poisons for long.

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[quintessenceofdust]

A mouse? Only if a mouse can wear a crown and a tailcoat.

[ofinfinitespace]

A mouse may wear any manner of finery it chooses or might cozen. We train ourselves to unearth rats, while many a mouse slips to the very top and parades before our eyes.

[quintessenceofdust]

Which is why we must become the princes of cats.

[ofinfinitespace]

Or become cats, ourselves?

[quintessenceofdust]

That is only natural. There are no others, after all. It is most unfortunate that building a mousetrap is useless without sufficient bate.

[ofinfinitespace]

True.

The costs are unfortunate. The results... No better than may be expected.

But man is nothing without reaction (and perhaps is nothing with reaction, though this is not for present thought). And effort flourishes not without cost.

[quintessenceofdust]

And costs never flourish without effect.

Perhaps a snake. They also eat mice. A cat in the house and a snake in the walls.

[ofinfinitespace]

And our predators remain to, what, devour themselves?

We are an uncommon and all too common lot.

[quintessenceofdust]

No, indeed. We become the predators and devour them.

Heirs or sons of murdered men?