Still a grandeur and abandoned son, pace your running ❀ Story Tellings

[Ivan]

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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son
a brother

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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —

Ivan mulled over the story rather thoughtfully. He chewed at his lip and sat very still with his head politely inclined toward their narrator. Surely it was fake, but the best stories usually were. It reminded him of the Greek myth of Prometheus. He did not like the idea of some earthly features being founded on a lie, a theft, a sin. However, the narrative was pleasant and he allowed it to open his mind.

It would seem that Eulogy was bringing home the point then that it was unheroic to steal. So she likely agreed with him and Ivan elected to keep his mouth shut for now while he formulated his ideas carefully and mentally.

Aurum voiced his dissent, and Ivan was not particularly surprised. His head tipped over to the other side as Octane chimed in.

"Can't have your cake and eat it too." Ivan finally said. He took a deep breath to try to properly express his thoughts into words. It was easier said than done. Only he completely understood his mind, and apart from Caustic, he had never tried to present philosophical arguments in public.

"Stealing is either wrong or it isn't. Or," His eyes glinted pleasantly. "Kill the notion of right and wrong. For your confusion," He turned his face toward Octane. "Just destroy the idea of heroism, of good and evil, and then stealing becomes an action just like breathing. Then you can call it a useful act as Aurum says and not an immoral one."

He just ... really liked this.

"Good story, Miss Eulogy. Thank you."

— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.