[ His smile softens as he dips his head for a moment, nods in silence — in his own ways, he knows how that is. His own fear rarely stops him from remaining productive. If anything, he keeps himself as busy as possible so that he won't fall into that dark hole. But there are times, lately, when....
...He blinks out of it, eyes lifting again to watch Randvi work as he listens to her words. They surprise him to hear, and he's staring, mouth tipped open a little.
'If you pose a danger in another way, I trust that you'll do what you can to avert it.'
It stuns him, and he sits there quietly for a few long moments. The question lingers. And he is very certain that there's no sense lying to this sensible, honest young woman. (...And she trusts him to avert the danger, and he can, he can do that by being just as honest, because there is still some threat that the thing might get so fitful after so abruptly losing its source of warmth that it comes out of him, any moment now.) ]
It's.... alive. [ He hasn't told anyone that. Only Vasiliy knows. ]
It's something that lives inside of me. I... thought it died when I was shot, but.... it's still alive.
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...He blinks out of it, eyes lifting again to watch Randvi work as he listens to her words. They surprise him to hear, and he's staring, mouth tipped open a little.
'If you pose a danger in another way, I trust that you'll do what you can to avert it.'
It stuns him, and he sits there quietly for a few long moments. The question lingers. And he is very certain that there's no sense lying to this sensible, honest young woman. (...And she trusts him to avert the danger, and he can, he can do that by being just as honest, because there is still some threat that the thing might get so fitful after so abruptly losing its source of warmth that it comes out of him, any moment now.) ]
It's.... alive. [ He hasn't told anyone that. Only Vasiliy knows. ]
It's something that lives inside of me. I... thought it died when I was shot, but.... it's still alive.