The world itself was a great, blank canvas though, at least according to Iosef.
And Red Square had seemed both perfect canvas to one, and perfect hunting grounds to the other, and ruination to both.
Dmitry shrugged because it was reflexive, and seemed like the logical thing to do. “I don’t know,” he murmured, averting his eyes. “I don’t know anything any more, and I don’t have any answers for you. I don’t know why I want to make you understand me, or why I want to understand you.”
He flinched away when Polya moved suddenly, wincing, thinking his life was over at last. The was only silence and the pounding of his own heart. No gunshots, no searing pain.
“You don’t want to kill me.” He breathed in the cold night air and held it, letting the rush of adrenaline go with it. “And I don’t want to kill you, really. I don’t think I want to hurt anyone anymore, and I don’t know why. Maybe you can tell me, if you understand men like me so well.”
There was no malice in his tone, only a suggestion, an offer that came out half-hearted at best.
Finally he smirked, in spite of himself. “Maybe there’s really somethin' to the Fury’s theory of purification by fire.”
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Date: 2008-01-17 01:59 am (UTC)And Red Square had seemed both perfect canvas to one, and perfect hunting grounds to the other, and ruination to both.
Dmitry shrugged because it was reflexive, and seemed like the logical thing to do. “I don’t know,” he murmured, averting his eyes. “I don’t know anything any more, and I don’t have any answers for you. I don’t know why I want to make you understand me, or why I want to understand you.”
He flinched away when Polya moved suddenly, wincing, thinking his life was over at last. The was only silence and the pounding of his own heart. No gunshots, no searing pain.
“You don’t want to kill me.” He breathed in the cold night air and held it, letting the rush of adrenaline go with it. “And I don’t want to kill you, really. I don’t think I want to hurt anyone anymore, and I don’t know why. Maybe you can tell me, if you understand men like me so well.”
There was no malice in his tone, only a suggestion, an offer that came out half-hearted at best.
Finally he smirked, in spite of himself. “Maybe there’s really somethin' to the Fury’s theory of purification by fire.”