Yet, before Brutus would allow Cato to fully remove him, something in Brutus snapped entirely.

“Uncle Cato, you are right to say my purpose is not to congratulate you. I have a more pressing matter to tell you.” Cato glared doubtfully, the said sneer turning a shade angrier and Brutus, though perturbed, was not daunted by Cato’s darker mood.

“Well, lets have it out. I don’t want to waste anymore of my time.” Cato stated callously, his eyes not relenting from their intense glare. Brutus, eyeing Cato wearily, asserted his way back into the tent.

“As I told you in the letter, there is a certain document, a Constitution exactly, that was written by Caesar. It states his reforms to Rome. I have read this document and find it suspicious despite Caesar’s stated good intentions. Knowing your hatred for Caesar, I wish to discuss the more suspicious parts of his document and perhaps gain a true republican opinion on the matter?” Cato looked as if he was to explode as he exclaimed,

“You foolish boy! Is that your urgent matter: a document written by Caesar? Do not waste my time!” Brutus attempted not to sigh and replied swiftly,

“ Can you put aside your hatred for Caesar but once and look to the greater good?” Cato’s glare turned from simmering to enraged as he stated in deadly calm,

“Are you mocking me boy?” Brutus knew he had at least had Cato’s attention.

“By no means, Uncle, I wished your opinion in earnest.” Cato pointed angrily to the tent’s entrance and stated strongly,

“Leave before I kill you boy.” Brutus, feeling like now was a good time to get away, replied,

“As you wish.” He gave Cato a short bow and walked out of the tent.