Utrov couldn't have said what it was about this prick that got under his skin. Usually he could smooth over anybody, no matter how prickly.
Used to be. Before he'd started getting in fights that he could never remember the cause for. Before he'd started getting in the face of anybody who looked like they'd give back.
Cause and effect, Borya would have called that.
Maybe it was just that cold-eyed look, like Utrov was something stuck to the bottom of his boot that he could reach down and flick away.
And he didn't do it.
Utrov had handed the bastard enough ammunition to off him a dozen times over. Practically primed the fucking pistol.
Why was he holding back now?
Blue blood and fucking blue balls.
"Now that I think of it," Utrov said, voice gone cold at the core, "I do know men like you."
There was a kind of truth that was so simple you never believed it until you found it out for yourself. Like how anger could make anything easy.
When the blast radius was clear, you kept lighting the fuse.
"They wave around their reputation and like threats better than action. They parcel out the dirty work and keep their own hands soft and clean."
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Date: 2008-01-05 07:36 am (UTC)Used to be. Before he'd started getting in fights that he could never remember the cause for. Before he'd started getting in the face of anybody who looked like they'd give back.
Cause and effect, Borya would have called that.
Maybe it was just that cold-eyed look, like Utrov was something stuck to the bottom of his boot that he could reach down and flick away.
And he didn't do it.
Utrov had handed the bastard enough ammunition to off him a dozen times over. Practically primed the fucking pistol.
Why was he holding back now?
Blue blood and fucking blue balls.
"Now that I think of it," Utrov said, voice gone cold at the core, "I do know men like you."
There was a kind of truth that was so simple you never believed it until you found it out for yourself. Like how anger could make anything easy.
When the blast radius was clear, you kept lighting the fuse.
"They wave around their reputation and like threats better than action. They parcel out the dirty work and keep their own hands soft and clean."