[ it's a burden he'll carry to his grave, the lantsov name and the legacy it carries. and it's not even mine. he's already made mistakes — allowing his father to skirt a trial that would have seen him hang is a decision he has to live with now, knowing daily he chose what served him best and not what was right. even he, after everything, doesn't have the mettle to watch his parents die.
he doesn't know, exactly, what the right thing is to say. he hadn't spent a great deal of time mourning his brother's death. he mostly mourned what might have been — the idea of a brother that actually liked him, a brother he could look up to. and yet, if it came down to it, would he have been able to put a bullet between his eyes? if it came down to vasily or ravka, what sort of king would he be if he couldn't?
what sort of king would he be if he could? ]
there are other ways to get what you want than cold blooded murder. i'm very innovative, after all. i can't help who my family is, alina. all i can do is try to be better than them.
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he doesn't know, exactly, what the right thing is to say. he hadn't spent a great deal of time mourning his brother's death. he mostly mourned what might have been — the idea of a brother that actually liked him, a brother he could look up to. and yet, if it came down to it, would he have been able to put a bullet between his eyes? if it came down to vasily or ravka, what sort of king would he be if he couldn't?
what sort of king would he be if he could? ]
there are other ways to get what you want than cold blooded murder. i'm very innovative, after all.
i can't help who my family is, alina. all i can do is try to be better than them.
that's what i want with you, sunshine.