"Force feeding anyone anything from the landscape would give you sufficient means to kill them," Sherlock said blandly, as if he might be talking about the weather. "Inducing cyanide poisoning would be a particularly convoluted way of dealing with enemies if you could simply skewer them with a spear instead."

He prickled, a little bit, at her mention of her Sherlock, though he wasn't entirely sure why he did and the emotional reaction to it was a little infuriating. He didn't care that there were other hims, elsewhere, rattling off lessons. Or at least he shouldn't.

His voice was slightly tight when he added, "Or a disparity of resources," just to prove himself just a touch smarter than the other one of him. "But yes. If they starve us out, it will be that much more likely to induce one or more tributes to commit murder."