Dmitry made a small noise of understanding. Sympathy and compassion were still beyond him and his fractured psyche, but he understood in his own way, and nodded.
“Kira. That’s a very pretty name.” A very unusual name too, and he wanted to ask just how young she was, what she looked like, how she wore her hair, but something about it struck him as wrong, in some way.
He shook his head. “No, you should care.”
Dmitry met the pathologist’s gaze, and the man’s curiosity gave him chills, quickened his pulse, set his nerves on edge.
“You ask so many questions.” Deimos smiled, reached out and brushed his fingers over Polya’s cheek, gently, almost lovingly. “Do you really want me to tell you what I imagined as they lay bleeding?”
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Date: 2008-01-15 11:52 pm (UTC)“Kira. That’s a very pretty name.” A very unusual name too, and he wanted to ask just how young she was, what she looked like, how she wore her hair, but something about it struck him as wrong, in some way.
He shook his head. “No, you should care.”
Dmitry met the pathologist’s gaze, and the man’s curiosity gave him chills, quickened his pulse, set his nerves on edge.
“You ask so many questions.” Deimos smiled, reached out and brushed his fingers over Polya’s cheek, gently, almost lovingly. “Do you really want me to tell you what I imagined as they lay bleeding?”