[Ortus ponders if the alikeness in the patchworks of their youth is another contributor to this fellow feeling, but he knows that is only a part of it. There are many who, through little fault of their own, turn less generous under the grinding weight of need.
In some ways, he was one of them.]
I respect you as well, Viktor.
[The gravitas of the words announce their significance. Respect has not been a thing accorded Ortus often, if ever. It touches a part of himself he thought withered into nothing long ago.]
I suppose the lesson is more aimed at myself. [He looks to Rio, contented and peaceable.] It is good to have a friend, in the dark.
no subject
In some ways, he was one of them.]
I respect you as well, Viktor.
[The gravitas of the words announce their significance. Respect has not been a thing accorded Ortus often, if ever. It touches a part of himself he thought withered into nothing long ago.]
I suppose the lesson is more aimed at myself. [He looks to Rio, contented and peaceable.] It is good to have a friend, in the dark.