INSIDE I'VE BEEN SHAKEN || Meeting 6/25/2020

[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 —

No. He hadn't gotten a title. Every single meeting he had attended — which had been three now — all he got were shout-outs. He got one now too, but with a special "Gatorbait". He tried to smile, he tried his very best. And his father was demoted. Couldn't Vigenere understand that he was grieving over the loss of his partner? Maybe not. It wasn't professional, and maybe it was better this way.

For some reason, the disappearance of Leroy weighed heavier on his heart than he thought it would. It brought about a feeling he could not understand. He remembered how before he walked out into the dead of the sea, he told people he was going to the Typhoon. The same thought flashed through his head now, like a rat preparing to leave a sunken ship. But maybe not the Typhoon. Maybe somewhere else. Everyone else was leaving without consequences. How much the world could change since his kittenhood ...

Ivan sighed dejectedly and cast a look at Asvini and Bloodhound, too weighed down to say anything. He didn't care if Vigenere was telling the truth or not about Leroy appointing him. It didn't matter. He wanted to go with Vigenere to one of the groups, but he just could not find his voice and so settled for mediocrity.

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