A/N: Ah, my first Study series fic. I do hope that I shall be welcomed into the fandom. Written for ExceedinglyPeculiarChick, the only one of my friends who has actually read the series. This is for you, possum face!

"I have to kill you, you know."

"And why's that?"

"I think you know why."

"Yes. I was just hoping for a different situation, that's all."

"I see."

"No, you don't. But that's irrelevant. I wasn't supposed to catch you in the act of poisoning my wine, was I?"

"Unfortunately for me, no."

"Now you'll have to find another way. Good luck. I am very observant."

"I'll find a way. I can always slit your throat."

"No, I don't think you will."

"What do you mean? The Commander's orders dictate…"

"I've studied you for quite a while now. It was always a dream of mine—under different circumstances, of course—to learn from you."

"And I suppose, then, that you are already aware that slitting one's throat is not exactly my style."

"Too messy for you, isn't it? You prefer poison."

"Yes. We could discuss methods of assassination all day, but I really do need to get back to business."

"You mean killing me?"

"You act so nonchalant about it all."

"I'll admit, I have contemplated the thought of my demise quite a bit."

"You just never expected it to be like this."

"No."

"Not a very noble death, is it? You didn't save a child or risk your life to fetch someone's pet from a burning house."

"Don't remind me."

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Reminding me of my soon-to-be pitiful death?"

"Everything."

"Oh."

"Any last words?"

"No."

"Very well."