Taras leaned back slightly, regarding Liadov narrowly, lip curling.
"You think you know me because you know one thing about me. You know that, and you think that's all there is to know. You see these - "
He tore open his jacket collar with a vicious yank, pulling down his shirt and exposing the blue inked lines of his tattoos. The top of the tiger's head was just visible, particularly intricate.
"And you see a zek, da? And you know everything about zeks. Except you don't really know me. I'm not like any zek you've ever met. So how can you judge him by the company he keeps? You have to ask me why I care, because you don't know."
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Taras leaned back slightly, regarding Liadov narrowly, lip curling.
"You think you know me because you know one thing about me. You know that, and you think that's all there is to know. You see these - "
He tore open his jacket collar with a vicious yank, pulling down his shirt and exposing the blue inked lines of his tattoos. The top of the tiger's head was just visible, particularly intricate.
"And you see a zek, da? And you know everything about zeks. Except you don't really know me. I'm not like any zek you've ever met. So how can you judge him by the company he keeps? You have to ask me why I care, because you don't know."
Taras pressed forward again, crowding Liadov's space.
"I give a fuck, because Lasha is my comrade."
He paused.
"I know everything that happened, Liadov. And I just want to know why."
Taras' voice dropped, turning lower and harsher. His face contorted with a surge of violent emotion.
"Why are you fucking with him?"