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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ivan's features did not betray any soft-heartedness. His seafoam gaze was quite cold, and when Atticus' eyes met his own, he refused to let them lose contact. To look into the eyes of a brother who had shut himself away all this time, to finally see his brother face-to-face after he saw him at the wreckage. Ivan saw his mother in these eyes, and his heart faltered a moment. Tears sprung into his eyes and his brow furrowed in agony. Unhealthy coping was never a good option.
"What's wrong with that?" Ivan echoed incredulously, voice wavering. "How about you tell me? You left your family alone in our darkest moment. I have not only lost a mother, but a brother as well!" He grit his teeth, almost thinking that he was scraping them down to the very root. "Break our father down even more, why don't you?"
He paused to lash his tail, and raise his toes, leaving deep claw-shaped holes in the ground. "You hold more symbolism than most of us, you stupid boy!"
Ivan romanticized symbolism, to an extent that seemed obsessive. Maybe from the beginning Ivan had this notion that he might never fit in. But Atticus had it all, and he didn't even realize it. He knew Atticus's name origins, he sees the mirror resemblance to their grandfather, once a leader.
"Running away," He sniffed. "will only show that you are guilty."
'Now you're being unreasonable, Ivan,' His thoughts wrapped around his head like the snake around the Tree of Life in the garden of Eden. 'And you hate being unreasonable.' Ivan willed them to shut up. In the innermost recesses of his heart and soul, he was terrified of the void he was ripping between him and his brother. Atticus still was his brother. But wrath and guilt, powerful forces, had consumed the young cat's mind. All he could do was brace for the consequences, yet those were thoughts that hadn't even been born yet.
"What's wrong with that?" Ivan echoed incredulously, voice wavering. "How about you tell me? You left your family alone in our darkest moment. I have not only lost a mother, but a brother as well!" He grit his teeth, almost thinking that he was scraping them down to the very root. "Break our father down even more, why don't you?"
He paused to lash his tail, and raise his toes, leaving deep claw-shaped holes in the ground. "You hold more symbolism than most of us, you stupid boy!"
Ivan romanticized symbolism, to an extent that seemed obsessive. Maybe from the beginning Ivan had this notion that he might never fit in. But Atticus had it all, and he didn't even realize it. He knew Atticus's name origins, he sees the mirror resemblance to their grandfather, once a leader.
"Running away," He sniffed. "will only show that you are guilty."
'Now you're being unreasonable, Ivan,' His thoughts wrapped around his head like the snake around the Tree of Life in the garden of Eden. 'And you hate being unreasonable.' Ivan willed them to shut up. In the innermost recesses of his heart and soul, he was terrified of the void he was ripping between him and his brother. Atticus still was his brother. But wrath and guilt, powerful forces, had consumed the young cat's mind. All he could do was brace for the consequences, yet those were thoughts that hadn't even been born yet.