His task done, he leaned his back against the bunk, facing the empty room. It would be quiet with no bunkmates, though he’d long ago learned to sleep anywhere. The only real problem was that he’d be left out of the loop, unaware of both the rumors and the scheming. He recalled the initiation that was supposed to happen later tonight – was he still included?
Kassian was hesitant to ask, and had the feeling that the other Ocelots would hesitate to tell him. Both Isaev and Charushkin had been right, he thought, about his own initiation. It was already too late, and there would be no point. It would not change anything, not with the way things had started.
What should be done, then? Nothing? Isaev seemed to think so, and perhaps, he was right.
Another matter of trust, Kassian thought.
He’d extended his trust to the major and had been justified. Perhaps, he should extend his trust to his fellow Ocelots, as well, instead of keeping them at arm’s length.
And then there was Isaev himself.
Kassian’s head tipped and his gaze became hooded.
How far was he willing to trust Isaev?
Kassian closed his eyes, took in a long, slow breath, and then exhaled, like he did just before he committed to the shot.
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Date: 2006-09-05 11:34 pm (UTC)Kassian was hesitant to ask, and had the feeling that the other Ocelots would hesitate to tell him. Both Isaev and Charushkin had been right, he thought, about his own initiation. It was already too late, and there would be no point. It would not change anything, not with the way things had started.
What should be done, then? Nothing? Isaev seemed to think so, and perhaps, he was right.
Another matter of trust, Kassian thought.
He’d extended his trust to the major and had been justified. Perhaps, he should extend his trust to his fellow Ocelots, as well, instead of keeping them at arm’s length.
And then there was Isaev himself.
Kassian’s head tipped and his gaze became hooded.
How far was he willing to trust Isaev?
Kassian closed his eyes, took in a long, slow breath, and then exhaled, like he did just before he committed to the shot.