those bells are ringing | caustic

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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

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Ivan was quite observant, and that was especially true from such a young age. Growing gave him more experiences, which in turn gave rise to new ideas. Ivan had his own secrets, but he liked to think he was good at hiding them. Caustic had, unfortunately, allowed a pestering little worm to get so close to him. Not many held the special honor of being admired by Ivan. He was normally a very proud individual.

And Ivan was convinced now more than ever that he had impinged on a weak spot in Caustic's explanations. There was something more than he was letting on. "Already discarded that notion." Ivan responded, subconsciously leaning forward. "Alright, what was it? Something bigger than that? Did it have anything to do with Octane? How do you put up with him anyway — I don't really understand it. I won't tell Aurum, if you tell me. And by God, if you have something that can go to space ... " He didn't mean for it to all come out like that. Sometimes he acted more childish than other times.