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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

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When all's said and done, Ivan was starting to realize that his little bubble of family wasn't the only one who suffered from the tremors. Was it selfish? No doubt about that, but there was little he could do to help that. Ivan's back often ached, a physical ramification of his injury during the quasi-earthquake. It especially hurt with coupled with his migraines so he slept off the pain, giving him an often tired and irritated look.

He was disturbed from his doze when Alaric shouted at some Tangler he was only vaguely familiar with. The young cat raised his head and blinked wearily in the direction of where he anticipated the noise was coming from. He got up and limped over to Alaric. He wasn't alone. Octane was there as well.

"Hey, what happened?" Ivan demanded listlessly, ears angled in the direction of the retreating prankster.