All he could think about was what Lasha had said about his mother. How her ghost had appeared to him, to give him advice and comfort. Only Ilarion had not called her a ghost, even though it seemed clear he had remembered she was dead.
He thought Lasha would be angry at him, to learn of what he said said. As if Taras had caused the affront, merely by being there when Lasha had spoken of it freely.
"No...not...really," Taras said, slowly.
He leaned back a little, to give Lasha some space, but he did not take his hand off the chair.
"You were pretty feverish. You said a lot of things that didn't make sense. Some shit about paperclips and pineapples."
Taras paused.
"And, you know, other things. But I knew you were pretty out of it. I didn't take it serious."
Except for the part about Isaeva, Taras thought. That had seemed too real to write off completely.
He turned his gaze back to Lasha's, his mismatched gaze hesitant.
"Why do you ask? Do you remember saying...something?"
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Date: 2009-08-08 08:06 pm (UTC)"Significant?"
All he could think about was what Lasha had said about his mother. How her ghost had appeared to him, to give him advice and comfort. Only Ilarion had not called her a ghost, even though it seemed clear he had remembered she was dead.
He thought Lasha would be angry at him, to learn of what he said said. As if Taras had caused the affront, merely by being there when Lasha had spoken of it freely.
"No...not...really," Taras said, slowly.
He leaned back a little, to give Lasha some space, but he did not take his hand off the chair.
"You were pretty feverish. You said a lot of things that didn't make sense. Some shit about paperclips and pineapples."
Taras paused.
"And, you know, other things. But I knew you were pretty out of it. I didn't take it serious."
Except for the part about Isaeva, Taras thought. That had seemed too real to write off completely.
He turned his gaze back to Lasha's, his mismatched gaze hesitant.
"Why do you ask? Do you remember saying...something?"