Always it is, that the hearts in the younger men are frivolous, but when an elder man is among them, the looks behind him and in front, so that all comes out far better for both sides, Kassian read, but paused as he heard Isaev's words through the door.
His lips twitched sideways.
"All right," he called, and made a note of his page before setting the book on his bunk and hopping down to the floor.
He exited to find Isaev standing there, and the other Ocelots milling about. None of the others seemed to pay him much mind but rather were intent on something else, joking privately with each other.
Kassian felt strangely at ease among them.
Perhaps it was true, that he was an Ocelot now, but it was Isaev's face he searched the longest. If ire or resentment lingered, he saw no sign, and the lieutenant's tone had been light.
"I'm here, comrade," he said with a nod, wondering idly if Menelaos had been prophetic.
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Date: 2006-09-07 02:49 am (UTC)His lips twitched sideways.
"All right," he called, and made a note of his page before setting the book on his bunk and hopping down to the floor.
He exited to find Isaev standing there, and the other Ocelots milling about. None of the others seemed to pay him much mind but rather were intent on something else, joking privately with each other.
Kassian felt strangely at ease among them.
Perhaps it was true, that he was an Ocelot now, but it was Isaev's face he searched the longest. If ire or resentment lingered, he saw no sign, and the lieutenant's tone had been light.
"I'm here, comrade," he said with a nod, wondering idly if Menelaos had been prophetic.
He supposed he would find out, this night.