Liadov was struck by those last words, even as he resumed his departure with a sharp stride, pushing through the swinging doors and leaving them all to their furtive speculation, and Isaev to his fuming outrage.
Lasha actually had a point, if a rather ironic one- not that he was prepared to examine it under the previous circumstance.
As a credo, never apologize, never explain encompassed more than the surface would suggest. It also tacitly implied "never deny".
And in his memory, it held true: as far as he remembered, Isaev never had denied responsibility for anything committed or done.
More often, when confronted with an accusation, he would say "Absolutely, I did," which a kind of unblinking negligence that aptly demonstrated the extent of his disregard for the querant.
Ilarion was not ashamed of what he was.
His boot heels snapped a retreating cadence on the linotile of the hall that returned to the North Wing. Beyond the side North Wing exit was a straight shot to their free-standing outbuilding, his secondary office and Rakitin's laboratory.
He heard faster bootclicks behind him in pursuit, as if someone were hastening slightly to catch up with him, but didn't turn around or slow his pace until he was forced to.
Liadov tightened his scarf with a jerk, in anticipation of the cold mountain air, pausing as the automatic doors sluggishly retracted .
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Lasha actually had a point, if a rather ironic one- not that he was prepared to examine it under the previous circumstance.
As a credo, never apologize, never explain encompassed more than the surface would suggest. It also tacitly implied "never deny".
And in his memory, it held true: as far as he remembered, Isaev never had denied responsibility for anything committed or done.
More often, when confronted with an accusation, he would say "Absolutely, I did," which a kind of unblinking negligence that aptly demonstrated the extent of his disregard for the querant.
Ilarion was not ashamed of what he was.
His boot heels snapped a retreating cadence on the linotile of the hall that returned to the North Wing. Beyond the side North Wing exit was a straight shot to their free-standing outbuilding, his secondary office and Rakitin's laboratory.
He heard faster bootclicks behind him in pursuit, as if someone were hastening slightly to catch up with him, but didn't turn around or slow his pace until he was forced to.
Liadov tightened his scarf with a jerk, in anticipation of the cold mountain air, pausing as the automatic doors sluggishly retracted .