Barshai pulled the reciever closer, cradling it against his shoulder.
He leaned back, letting his knees draw up beneath the quilted silk coverlet.
"Da," he replied, slowly. "I know how he is."
Liadov. Merkurii frowned, but it stood to reason.
Although he was faintly surprised by the Captain's revelation. It tumbled out of him all at once, uncertain but abrupt, as if it had been leaning its weight against his lips and broken them open.
The emotion, or lack thereof, seemed deceptively easy to identify.
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He leaned back, letting his knees draw up beneath the quilted silk coverlet.
"Da," he replied, slowly. "I know how he is."
Liadov. Merkurii frowned, but it stood to reason.
Although he was faintly surprised by the Captain's revelation. It tumbled out of him all at once, uncertain but abrupt, as if it had been leaning its weight against his lips and broken them open.
The emotion, or lack thereof, seemed deceptively easy to identify.
"Have you seen him?"
He clarified, smoothing the covers with his hand.
"This Liadov, I mean."