"I mean, yeah, I do, but still." There was no way that was normal. Sure, he'd seen the guys fight over the last slice of pizza, but no one had ever drawn blood over it. The clones were a lot more extreme, usually anyway, but he still couldn't wrap his head around that. "I don't mind sharing, but are you sure you're okay? You guys hit hard."
" ....give me some. " he grumbles, trying to rub the pain from his jaw. he and his brothers were always at odds with each other, they didn't have the harmony that the originals had, so they weren't afraid to go for the throat. they kind of had to, they didn't get much food when Darius was taking 'care' of them, if one could even say that, so they were pretty much living on survival mode now. he snorts,
" I'm fine. " despite the fact he's actively trying to lick at the claw marks on his arm, "This is normal. We fight, we eat, we fight again. It's what we do. " he continues, completely oblivious to the other's concern. its all they knew how to do; it's not like anyone had taken the time to teach them any better. they were just kind of thrown into the fray from birth, so they only had each other to learn from, and boy, has that been a bad idea.
