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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ivan was unaware of any connections that could be drawn to him of course. He was no telepath, and furthermore, was no empath. His seemingly care for the value of life was not based on any sympathy, but rather a desperate urge to protect the innocents from falling into the teeth and claws of those who had no reason for snapping necks other than for sport. He can feel a kindred and almost love for the whole of the living world, but when it comes down to the grit and gravel, the individual, he sees people for who they really are. The idealism melts away.
He wondered if Caustic was aware of the giant impact on him. Ivan fought it, of course, but still found himself circling to this one spot. If there was no objective truth, then he could live as Caustic wanted to, though Ivan so desperately wanted to find such a truth. It was within his claws, but he was either too slow or too blind to grasp it.
The young cat's tongue lapped at the water, feeling the cool wash down his throat. It eased his focus on his headache for a moment. Ah, so he'd have to spell it out for the wolf? No matter, his brain had calmed down from its little fever and he could speak better now. Ivan managed a small chuckle, a laugh that was almost frighteningly youthful and childlike considering Ivan's child prodigy.
"Saved me," He finished, his eyes sliding shut. "Corpus omne perseverare in statu suo quiescendi vel movendi uniformiter in directum, nisi quatenus a viribus impressis cogitur statum illum mutare."[sup]1[/sup] He quoted from memory, obviously showing off. "Newton told me some sort of force prompted you."
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[sup]1[/sup]Every body perseveres in its state of rest, or of uniform motion in a right line, unless it is compelled to change that state by forces impressed thereon.
He wondered if Caustic was aware of the giant impact on him. Ivan fought it, of course, but still found himself circling to this one spot. If there was no objective truth, then he could live as Caustic wanted to, though Ivan so desperately wanted to find such a truth. It was within his claws, but he was either too slow or too blind to grasp it.
The young cat's tongue lapped at the water, feeling the cool wash down his throat. It eased his focus on his headache for a moment. Ah, so he'd have to spell it out for the wolf? No matter, his brain had calmed down from its little fever and he could speak better now. Ivan managed a small chuckle, a laugh that was almost frighteningly youthful and childlike considering Ivan's child prodigy.
"Saved me," He finished, his eyes sliding shut. "Corpus omne perseverare in statu suo quiescendi vel movendi uniformiter in directum, nisi quatenus a viribus impressis cogitur statum illum mutare."[sup]1[/sup] He quoted from memory, obviously showing off. "Newton told me some sort of force prompted you."
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[sup]1[/sup]Every body perseveres in its state of rest, or of uniform motion in a right line, unless it is compelled to change that state by forces impressed thereon.