He'd heard that final bit of defiance in Ilarion's tone, dismissive yet embittered. So young to be so self-possessed, yet it impressed Cheslav at the same time. Ilarion had become his own man.
Cheslav wondered if Aleksandr knew it.
"I appreciate the chance. Like your friend said, I'll try. It's all I can do."
It struck him again, this idea of pairs of friends across generations. He had watched how the Liadov boy had gently entreated his friend to accept Cheslav's help. He'd only had to ask, and Ilarion had acquiesced, almost as if his words gave Ilarion the excuse to do what he wanted to do anyway.
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He slipped his gloves into his pockets.
He'd heard that final bit of defiance in Ilarion's tone, dismissive yet embittered. So young to be so self-possessed, yet it impressed Cheslav at the same time. Ilarion had become his own man.
Cheslav wondered if Aleksandr knew it.
"I appreciate the chance. Like your friend said, I'll try. It's all I can do."
It struck him again, this idea of pairs of friends across generations. He had watched how the Liadov boy had gently entreated his friend to accept Cheslav's help. He'd only had to ask, and Ilarion had acquiesced, almost as if his words gave Ilarion the excuse to do what he wanted to do anyway.
"You don't need to be concerned."
About what or who, Cheslav did not specify.
"...I know who your father is, Lasha."