It didn't help that he knew who his attacker was, had the whole thing explained to him by the Boss, who had stood by his bed and looked at him expectantly, as if she'd wanted him to say something rational about it. He didn't have anything rational to say, not really, and he still didn't now.
David couldn't remember what had happened, exactly, and if that was due to an aftereffect of the poison, or simply his mind's own defense system wanting to shield him from trauma by removing his ability to remember it, he didn't know.
He thought it might be better that way, regardless.
"Honestly...I don't know anymore."
It was honest, which surprised him a little. David brushed his thumb and fingers together. He could almost feel the weight of his knife in his hand, light, and perfectly balanced.
"Turn the other cheek? An eye for an eye? Repayment, with interest?"
David shook his head.
"I don't know, but I suppose at least I have the luxury of being able to decide."
He let out breath in a long sigh, and looked at Rakitin, sidelong, frowning and suddenly intent.
"What about this murderer of yours? What are you going to do when you find him? Is that what you're planning?"
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Date: 2008-05-03 12:35 am (UTC)It didn't help that he knew who his attacker was, had the whole thing explained to him by the Boss, who had stood by his bed and looked at him expectantly, as if she'd wanted him to say something rational about it. He didn't have anything rational to say, not really, and he still didn't now.
David couldn't remember what had happened, exactly, and if that was due to an aftereffect of the poison, or simply his mind's own defense system wanting to shield him from trauma by removing his ability to remember it, he didn't know.
He thought it might be better that way, regardless.
"Honestly...I don't know anymore."
It was honest, which surprised him a little. David brushed his thumb and fingers together. He could almost feel the weight of his knife in his hand, light, and perfectly balanced.
"Turn the other cheek? An eye for an eye? Repayment, with interest?"
David shook his head.
"I don't know, but I suppose at least I have the luxury of being able to decide."
He let out breath in a long sigh, and looked at Rakitin, sidelong, frowning and suddenly intent.
"What about this murderer of yours? What are you going to do when you find him? Is that what you're planning?"