He knew he couldn't imagine what Amoxtli had been through with this. He still beat himself up all the time about not being here himself when it happened. He knew there was nothing he could do about the poison itself but he told himself he could have helped his brother through it. He should have been here to do that. He never really felt like part of the family as a pup and he knew that was his fault, not anyone else's. He kept himself separate and watched them like an outsider because that's what he always told himself that he was. He told himself that he was a murderer and though he did it for the greater good, he told himself that no one would ever understand. And so he kept himself distant and when he disappeared for 4 years, he was sure no one would think twice or miss him. But to hear that instead it was him who missed out on helping his own brother through the worst times of his life...that hurt more than anything.

At least he was able to make up for it a little now. At least he can try to give his brother a little peace of mind. He could see the worry so obvious etched on Amoxtli's features and he know that the news he was about to give wouldn't do much to settle that. But at least now Amoxtli would know some peace. That's what Dexter was going to keep telling himself anyway. When he told Amoxtli that they'd found information, he watched his brother's features carefully and when Amoxtli nodded for him to continue, he had to compose himself before he did. And then it came out. Amoxtli was processing it all with different shades of emotion. Surprise and then, not surprised. It was probably the connection with Eden that made it make a little more sense. It was shocking to Dexter too that a child would choose to poison carcasses but then Eden has always liked his strange little secrets. Dexter's own family would know a little bit about that since Zeltzin had a litter from the Glorall alpha.

When his brother finally spoke, Dexter pricked his ears, giving him his full attention. It was just as he would expect from Amoxtli. He knew his brother would never want revenge for what happened to him. He just didn't want anyone else to suffer the same fate. It was only natural that he would worry the same thing might happen to Zelda if it was the Taviora alphas being targetted. But now he would know that's not the case. It is something to worry about that the child turned adult would still be doing such things, but Dexter wondered if she even knew what happened, if she had time to learn from her mistakes. Did she have remorse? Would she if she knew what happened? All questions Dexter would probably never get the answer too. He would leave all that to Zelda. Dexter didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort his brother. He whimpered a little before shaking his head. "Not an attack on Taviora or its alpha. At least not deliberate. But still with abysmal results, none the less. This knowledge should have come out a lot sooner. I'm sorry that it took this long for you to find out. Amoxtli...is there anything I can do? I know I wasn't there and I'm sorry. I just...wish I could make things right." His eyes softened, almost pleading for his brother to tell him something, anything he could do.