imperfection- physical changes

[Ivan]

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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son, a brother
tormented soul

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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN.
I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.

Fortune did not smile upon them. It was as if the whole light in the world had gone out from Moth’s death. That tragic event was the epicenter of many more tragedies to come. Ivan seemed, for the first time in his short life, very anxious and paranoid following his return from the Pitt. He stared off into space more often and raved incoherently under his breath at certain times.

Out of all the people, Ivan never thought he'd live a day without Aurum. It seemed so strange for the winged lion to do ... there must have been something going on much deeper, something that had roots in the days before he was born. There were people here that he could tell probably would like to be in other places, Dr. Caustic to name one. But Aurum ... Oh, how Ivan wanted to leave. But, he refused to run away from suffering. At least then, like his devil hallucination had said, he would feel alive.

What hurt him the most, perhaps, was the fact that Aurum left with Roy, but left his blood daughter. He could strongly emphasize the pain of losing a parent, but to be willingly abandoned by one was another story. This, perhaps, was the worst sin in Ivan's gloomy mind. His spirit raged against it, even while wallowing in his own sin. For this reason, he decided to pass by Aurum's house. His large ears picked up the sound of Asvini groaning. Rounding about the porch quickly, Ivan found the younger Tangler's paws pressed to her head.

"He-Hey, are you okay? Asvini? You can hear me right? What happened?" His tired seafoam eyes were wide with uncharacteristic concern.