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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Sometimes when Ivan has nightmares, he doesn't feel anything. He's just a spectator in his own mind. He'd wake up with his pawpads drenched in sweat, desperately trying to remind himself that only he, only Ivan, has control over himself. He unsheathes his claws and digs them into his toes, relieved when he feels the pinprick of pain. This is reality. There is nothing more, nothing beyond what I'm living right now.
It's the same feeling now, as he sees an emotion he never thought he'd see on the doctor's wolfish face. A sort of icy terror spreads from the marrow of his bones to his bloodstream. He feels like he's standing outside his own body, it doesn't feel real. Maybe the smoke is doing some strange thing to him — he doesn't know. He can't think. What sort of work could Caustic panic about? He has no idea, but what he does know that whatever was there was gone now, and Caustic will only hurt himself further trying to get back.
"It's gone!" He yells, but he doesn't hear himself. Ivan moves, but he doesn't feel the ground under his feet. He launches forward and aims to dig his needle-sharp feeth into Caustic's left ankle, but he doesn't feel anything. If his attack proved successful, he'd dig his heels into the groun, three and a half pathetic pounds of kitten weight desperately trying to stop the wolf from going back to his basement.
It's the same feeling now, as he sees an emotion he never thought he'd see on the doctor's wolfish face. A sort of icy terror spreads from the marrow of his bones to his bloodstream. He feels like he's standing outside his own body, it doesn't feel real. Maybe the smoke is doing some strange thing to him — he doesn't know. He can't think. What sort of work could Caustic panic about? He has no idea, but what he does know that whatever was there was gone now, and Caustic will only hurt himself further trying to get back.
"It's gone!" He yells, but he doesn't hear himself. Ivan moves, but he doesn't feel the ground under his feet. He launches forward and aims to dig his needle-sharp feeth into Caustic's left ankle, but he doesn't feel anything. If his attack proved successful, he'd dig his heels into the groun, three and a half pathetic pounds of kitten weight desperately trying to stop the wolf from going back to his basement.