Ippolit understood that this Lynx wouldn't want to be specific about his origins. It took impressive spiritual fortitude to openly acknowledge what he was, let alone how he had gotten that way.
"Why would anyone want to hurt him?" Rakitin said, mystified.
Even as he asked, he knew the answer. The same reason some defaced works of art. The base, repugnant pleasure of destroying something beautiful.
Rakitin nodded firmly to Lynx's question, meeting his piercing eyes.
"I'll find out what it is, and I'll find a way to reverse it. I swear to you."
He didn't mention what he would do when he found out who had done it. That could wait.
Ippolit's anger broke into resolution, and he smiled reassuringly.
"Whatever it is, it won't be enough to keep him down for long," he said, with more confidence than he felt.
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Date: 2007-08-16 08:11 am (UTC)"Why would anyone want to hurt him?" Rakitin said, mystified.
Even as he asked, he knew the answer. The same reason some defaced works of art. The base, repugnant pleasure of destroying something beautiful.
Rakitin nodded firmly to Lynx's question, meeting his piercing eyes.
"I'll find out what it is, and I'll find a way to reverse it. I swear to you."
He didn't mention what he would do when he found out who had done it. That could wait.
Ippolit's anger broke into resolution, and he smiled reassuringly.
"Whatever it is, it won't be enough to keep him down for long," he said, with more confidence than he felt.