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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
And it was probably for the best Caustic withheld the nature of his relationship with Octane. Ivan was intelligent, but not very worldly, and there was a difference. He did not understand romance fully, primarily on account of his age. He just didn't need to. As it were, he was growing up and coming of age very soon, so he only had the faintest hints of a change in desires, but perhaps Ivan was such a rock that he might never understand.
So he left it at that. Caustic and Octane were lab partners. Lab partners worked together on experiments and ... lived in the same house ... and for some reason stuck together despite the polarity of their demeanors. So it's patience, but Ivan was impatient.
Ivan pricked his ears and rose to his feet when he noticed Caustic opening the basement door. Ivan'd never been down there, obviously. "Alright, but maybe it goes somewhere else. I hope I'm not being very insolent in saying that it seems you're something very different from the others. And I'm not talking just because you seem to be the only one who likes to experiment on others." Ivan remembered clearly how Caustic managed his rabbit experiment in the yard, holding the syringe in his paw. He also recalled Caustic's apparent insecurity about eating in front of someone, and the way he and Octane planted on their porch. It was the little things like that.
Ivan was sick of his theories never having conclusions. That was the despairing part about philosophy.
"Do you want to stay here?" This was all Ivan had ever known in physicality. His mind traversed lands and periods, but he was still stuck in the swamp. He'd like to leave, but there was no where to do. "It's a bit dull, isn't it?"
So he left it at that. Caustic and Octane were lab partners. Lab partners worked together on experiments and ... lived in the same house ... and for some reason stuck together despite the polarity of their demeanors. So it's patience, but Ivan was impatient.
Ivan pricked his ears and rose to his feet when he noticed Caustic opening the basement door. Ivan'd never been down there, obviously. "Alright, but maybe it goes somewhere else. I hope I'm not being very insolent in saying that it seems you're something very different from the others. And I'm not talking just because you seem to be the only one who likes to experiment on others." Ivan remembered clearly how Caustic managed his rabbit experiment in the yard, holding the syringe in his paw. He also recalled Caustic's apparent insecurity about eating in front of someone, and the way he and Octane planted on their porch. It was the little things like that.
Ivan was sick of his theories never having conclusions. That was the despairing part about philosophy.
"Do you want to stay here?" This was all Ivan had ever known in physicality. His mind traversed lands and periods, but he was still stuck in the swamp. He'd like to leave, but there was no where to do. "It's a bit dull, isn't it?"