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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
This encounter was full of surprises. Tensions rose and settled like the sun. Empathy was perhaps something he learned well from his childhood, growing up with a sister less fortunate than himself. He usually spoke with people to get different viewpoints, not to entertain them. This was different. Ivan danced around the trap he sensed being set out, and he had the strange inclination to place his paw on the spring to entertain it, just this once. Even if it hurt him.
He had been running in circles since he could remember, chasing the truth of life that philosophers bickered about for centuries in the old library in the center of Tanglewood. His restlessness could not be satisfied, but if he could find an antidote for it, something fiery and thrilling, maybe he could forget about it.
As Mercede launched into her explanation, it only gave Ivan more pieces of the puzzle he was trying to solve. And not even of the history behind Jervis — he would have nothing to do with what seemed, in his eyes, to be a war criminal. No, it all circled back to his righteous fury over suffering. Why did his sister Alice had to drag herself around because of a malformed leg? What did she do? She hadn't even been born yet! Mercede, as he was now figuring out, had become an orphan because of whatever her father had done.
He didn't want to say sorry again, but that was the only sentence pulling up in his mind for a response. Emitting a harsh sigh he finally said, "You didn't deserve to see that. I don't think so, at least. At least you have your sisters." Mercede didn't. Perhaps Jervis did. He really needed to brush up on his politics, didn't he? Ivan paused. "So, will you spare my life when you come for the Roux family and make a kingdom of your own?"
He had been running in circles since he could remember, chasing the truth of life that philosophers bickered about for centuries in the old library in the center of Tanglewood. His restlessness could not be satisfied, but if he could find an antidote for it, something fiery and thrilling, maybe he could forget about it.
As Mercede launched into her explanation, it only gave Ivan more pieces of the puzzle he was trying to solve. And not even of the history behind Jervis — he would have nothing to do with what seemed, in his eyes, to be a war criminal. No, it all circled back to his righteous fury over suffering. Why did his sister Alice had to drag herself around because of a malformed leg? What did she do? She hadn't even been born yet! Mercede, as he was now figuring out, had become an orphan because of whatever her father had done.
He didn't want to say sorry again, but that was the only sentence pulling up in his mind for a response. Emitting a harsh sigh he finally said, "You didn't deserve to see that. I don't think so, at least. At least you have your sisters." Mercede didn't. Perhaps Jervis did. He really needed to brush up on his politics, didn't he? Ivan paused. "So, will you spare my life when you come for the Roux family and make a kingdom of your own?"