[ Grieving. It's a strange thing to think about, a possibility he hadn't considered, the idea of an animal, a dog, experiencing a complex emotion he knows so intimatelyβgrieving his parents, his friends, the world he knew. Himself, maybe.
He wouldn't love anyone again, if Kostya died. He knows with certainty that nobody would ever be able to live up to him.
It also makes the situation feel rather hopeless, even if it reflects well upon the dog's character. He can't become the master Mukhtar has remained loyal to.
Waiting is hard, but at least he's patient. He wouldn't have succeeded as an interrogator, and in the party hierarchy, if he wasn't. ]
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He wouldn't love anyone again, if Kostya died. He knows with certainty that nobody would ever be able to live up to him.
It also makes the situation feel rather hopeless, even if it reflects well upon the dog's character. He can't become the master Mukhtar has remained loyal to.
Waiting is hard, but at least he's patient. He wouldn't have succeeded as an interrogator, and in the party hierarchy, if he wasn't. ]
How do I make him my friend?