upbring faith - m&g

[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 had retained some fuzzy memory seeing the bee dragon join. He had been a bit afraid of her then, but the thought had escaped him once it seemed that Nuzapa had melted into the sidelines for a while. Here she was back, and although Ivan still felt the chill scrambling down his spine, he was a little better than the first interaction.

Bugs symbolized a degenerate, lower life form. But he could not, in good conscious, give Nuzapa that label. He was certainly forced to reconsider his previous convictions about bugs.

Nuzapa happened to be standing in the way of Ivan's direction of travel, so he found it rude to ignore her after she asked for some companionship. Ivan was hardly the most companionable person around, but he did enjoy conversations, especially deep ones. Dwarfed by all those present, Ivan took a seat and raised a paw to lick it. His tongue rasped over the scar tissue from when the glass shards sliced the pad open. He winced and set it down gingerly.

"What are we going to talk about?" He asked, ears aligned forward. "I'm Ivan." He can't remember if he had introduced himself before or not.

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