Andrei stilled throughout at the words, reactionless, except to raise his eyes, studiously moody and grey.
"Really," he said.
So the prick had done himself in out of mortification. Isaev felt a vague flowering of disdain and contempt that he could not contain. It brimmed in his eyes like wine.
But he couldn't be surprised, not by anything that Borishnakov had done. It stood to reason he'd take the coward's way out. He'd never risen up righteous as a man since his promotion to the squad.
Why would it happen in death?
Isaev shrugged, cracking his knuckles in the force of habit.
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Date: 2007-12-11 08:55 am (UTC)"Really," he said.
So the prick had done himself in out of mortification. Isaev felt a vague flowering of disdain and contempt that he could not contain. It brimmed in his eyes like wine.
But he couldn't be surprised, not by anything that Borishnakov had done. It stood to reason he'd take the coward's way out. He'd never risen up righteous as a man since his promotion to the squad.
Why would it happen in death?
Isaev shrugged, cracking his knuckles in the force of habit.
"...He brought it on himself."