"Well...I couldn't make the people I shouldn't have killed alive again. And I think I've killed all the people I needed to."
He shrugged his broadly muscled shoulders.
"I guess there's my father. But I decided not to kill him."
Taras wondered what Lasha was getting at, if he expected Taras to say something in particular. It was all couched in the context of Lasha's mother returning to apologize, to give her son some comfort and make up for the way she'd treated him.
Taras' frown etched more deeply on his forehead.
He supposed there was the matter of Barshai, whom he had promised to protect.
His mind had been lingering on the dancer, wanting to call him again. More than that, wanting to get back to Leningrad and go see him. Talk to him, and get to know him a little better.
Taras knew that if he were dead, he would miss out that opportunity, along with many others.
The whole subject was disturbing in the first place.
He shook himself, almost violently, like a dog throwing off water.
In the next second, something fell into place, and Taras' eyes widened.
"You're thinking about Nika," he whispered. "If something happens before he forgives you."
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Date: 2009-09-09 08:16 am (UTC)"Well...I couldn't make the people I shouldn't have killed alive again. And I think I've killed all the people I needed to."
He shrugged his broadly muscled shoulders.
"I guess there's my father. But I decided not to kill him."
Taras wondered what Lasha was getting at, if he expected Taras to say something in particular. It was all couched in the context of Lasha's mother returning to apologize, to give her son some comfort and make up for the way she'd treated him.
Taras' frown etched more deeply on his forehead.
He supposed there was the matter of Barshai, whom he had promised to protect.
His mind had been lingering on the dancer, wanting to call him again. More than that, wanting to get back to Leningrad and go see him. Talk to him, and get to know him a little better.
Taras knew that if he were dead, he would miss out that opportunity, along with many others.
The whole subject was disturbing in the first place.
He shook himself, almost violently, like a dog throwing off water.
In the next second, something fell into place, and Taras' eyes widened.
"You're thinking about Nika," he whispered. "If something happens before he forgives you."