Date: 2009-08-30 07:44 pm (UTC)
Ilarion glanced up, frowning at Taras.

Then he flicked his eyes over to the sniper, and offered a faint lift of his chin.

"Da, don't let me keep you."

There was an undertone to the words. As with most things, he meant them in both senses.

He was also aware that this was his brother's close friend. He'd declared his loyalty to Andrei before Ilarion; pledged himself. There was a necessary decorum that should be paid to that fact.

Ilarion well knew the value of close friends. Constrictively close, even, in some cases.

He paused vaguely, momentarily unsure of what to say. Civility to this man felt strange on his tongue.

"I assume we'll talk later, regarding the specifics of your reassignment."
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