http://ilarion-isaev.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ilarion-isaev.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] taras_oleksei 2009-08-31 05:28 pm (UTC)

Ilarion studied him for a moment.

"Makes sense," he pronounced, finally.

His eyes were cool, appraising.

The sniper's reply had been rather more raw and actual than Lasha had expected; honestly, he'd assumed he would get the kind of rote affirmations Irinarhov seemed largely prone to, vaguely reassuring but carefully noncommittal, as if he were reluctant to actually invest in the world.

It followed that such a man would have unconsciously abdicated his free will, either by simply not thinking about it, or by deliberately avoiding the pursuit of anything concrete.

This encounter, however, had been different. Irinarhov's whole bearing seemed to carry a fierce and somewhat wrenching determination.

"Some men who have been passive need to thwart the fate that has ruled them. Other men who have held their reality in a stranglehold need to surrender to its unfurling. It follows."

Taras lay somewhere in the middle, he thought, and probably would not have much of an opinion, or see much validity in discussions of fate and the examined life. Taras was a man of pure and particular action, and liked it that way.

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