"I'll drink to that," he replied, a hint of bitterness staining his tone.
He paused, thinking about the long nights after Nika had gone to Moscow.
The empty office he couldn't pass without weakening.
The sudden hollow inside him like a cancer.
"You've staunched a good deal of blood for me, Taras," he remarked, slowly, after a moment. "That's more than I could ever ask for. From Khartov, from anyone."
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"I'll drink to that," he replied, a hint of bitterness staining his tone.
He paused, thinking about the long nights after Nika had gone to Moscow.
The empty office he couldn't pass without weakening.
The sudden hollow inside him like a cancer.
"You've staunched a good deal of blood for me, Taras," he remarked, slowly, after a moment. "That's more than I could ever ask for. From Khartov, from anyone."