Blue eyes followed the bottle almost hypnotically, words of suicides and poisons passing through to the man's mental back burner. Why even entertain the subject? He wasn't the brother Konrad believed him to be, not while he existed in this place. Suicidal? Kristoph had his pride even in captivity. There was no need to resort to death, particularly one so overdone and needlessly melodramatic.

He, however, had to pause at the second reason (the third hadn't even graced surface thoughts), his right hand hovering over the bottle in his brother's hand. "Jurist System?" Kristoph repeated, his expression and voice a perfect example of surprise.