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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ignorance was bliss, certainly. Though he did not worry about the politics happening between Clans — he was also born during a period of peace — he had other things to mull about, things that had become more apparent when he spoke with Caustic. He was concerned with the order of the world. Allegiances were necessary, perhaps, but rather insignificant in Ivan's view. Of course, that proved to poke a hole in Ivan's opinions, because he naturally didn't like strangers.
Mercede had been different in that she drew his attention to something he hadn't considered — his lack of respect around females due to the sort of environment he was raised in. Like the fox, he didn't want to leave. It would display his defeat. Ivan was a scrawny little thing, but he was proud. He perceived an abrupt change of attitude that left him feeling similarly uncomfortable. He blinked twice and averted his gaze.
You only asked that to be mean. She claimed. Ivan stiffened. He had hurt a nerve, one he was unaware of. He sat up hastily and shuffled his paws in the dirt. He stared after her as she rounded the tree. "I'm sorry." The young cat offered, taking a step forward. "I don't ... know the history behind my name." It felt painfully stupid to expose himself like that, but he wasn't motivated by a surname. It was the least of his worries. "It doesn't mean much. I'm an individual. I carve out my own legacy." Granted, he hadn't made the brightest first impression, but he was rightfully stunned by her.
Mercede had been different in that she drew his attention to something he hadn't considered — his lack of respect around females due to the sort of environment he was raised in. Like the fox, he didn't want to leave. It would display his defeat. Ivan was a scrawny little thing, but he was proud. He perceived an abrupt change of attitude that left him feeling similarly uncomfortable. He blinked twice and averted his gaze.
You only asked that to be mean. She claimed. Ivan stiffened. He had hurt a nerve, one he was unaware of. He sat up hastily and shuffled his paws in the dirt. He stared after her as she rounded the tree. "I'm sorry." The young cat offered, taking a step forward. "I don't ... know the history behind my name." It felt painfully stupid to expose himself like that, but he wasn't motivated by a surname. It was the least of his worries. "It doesn't mean much. I'm an individual. I carve out my own legacy." Granted, he hadn't made the brightest first impression, but he was rightfully stunned by her.