LUMBERLY ACTIONS || reconstruction task!

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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 —

A sort of vain haughtiness had consumed young Ivan shortly after the meeting. He was aware that he had no friends, and that he scorned everyone around him in his mind. Perhaps he would have made some effort to care if the event at The Pitt did not happen. It still haunted his pawsteps and despite his shallow emptiness, Ivan felt the need to keep himself in constant motion.

So constant motion. The earth is constantly moving. Ivan deduced so from the movement of the stars. It never rests in its circling around the sun. So Ivan too sought to pace around the truth he tried so hard to attain. He was afraid though, if he got too close, the flames of the devil would burn his world up and reduce him to ashes. Or glory, as was promised. He didn't know.

He didn't go to Leroy for a reconstruction task. His childish pride had been injured, and he recognized his weak facilities in a feline body, especially considering his mental condition. He could not even scrape the rubble off of his dead mother. But he seemed to have a slight change of heart when he noticed Bloodhound dragging a sled across the territory. Ivan hesitated in leaving his tree perch, but with a resolute shake of his head, he decided.

It would turn out he was a bit late. "I noticed you were going somewhere with that sled." Ivan blinked. "I'm sorry I didn't come in time. I should have helped. In fact, there's a lot of things I should be doing."

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