Artano gave him a silent, fleeting look before raising the cigarette to his lips and exhaling a thin, pale purple mist.
Just as he was beginning to enjoy the taste, the cigarette was pulled from his fingertips. He looked at Siegel in bewilderment.
Siegel watched his profile, half-hidden behind the purple veil, completely struck by his brother's melancholic, drooping blue eyes.
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