Bound to Lose [o, fight]

[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 —

He hated the gators.

And he didn't care if anyone thought ill of him because of it.

So Ivan had not been nearby of his own accord. Octane's scream reached his ears and Ivan stood to attention in a daze, paws fumbling at his open book. He left it. He figured with Octane screaming in such a way, Caustic would not be far behind. And, like anyone else, he was naturally and curiously drawn to catastrophic events. When he arrived shortly after Alaric, he discovered that Caustic was not only there, but played a sort of instigative part in the scene. Ivan lingered, only because he didn't like the gators and not because he didn't want to interfere.

Caustic's secret was safe in the boy's stormy heart. Seeing the two of the fight, and knowing what he knew, he could make some guesses as to why this had happened, though he was still vastly ignorant of the actual connection and relationship between them. It didn't mean he liked it. In fact, he watched the brawl with a wide-eyed gaze. His limbs stiffened and his fur rose.

"What are you doing?" He yelled. "Stop!" It was a far more startled and harsh reaction compared to Alaric's own. Ivan might later realize he had raised his voice in such a way because he himself held destructive wishes against another. He might not understand the deep reasons between Octane and Caustic's brawl — if it were truly a life and death battle or just a spar — but in a flash of the moment, he saw himself and Atticus there.

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