That makes Octavius look up abruptly, and a peculiar look steals across his face. Confusion, then something almost like nausea, and then at last old, festering resentment that has nothing to do with Byerly or his present circumstances; Atticus Vedici, fighting for a cause other than his own ambitions, even to protect his own family? His father? doubt.jpeg
"No," he almost spits, his cultured voice suddenly bitter as medicine. He slumps back in his seat and stares bleakly at the water's opaque surface again in moody silence.
Nothing follows, for a moment, other than the sound of the waves lapping against the dinghy's hull--and an awkward cough from the ferryman, who is still politely pretending not to eavesdrop. Octavius glowers at the old man's back, then gives his head a tight little shake. "It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have come here, it was a stupid idea anyway."
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That makes Octavius look up abruptly, and a peculiar look steals across his face. Confusion, then something almost like nausea, and then at last old, festering resentment that has nothing to do with Byerly or his present circumstances; Atticus Vedici, fighting for a cause other than his own ambitions, even to protect his own family? His father? doubt.jpeg
"No," he almost spits, his cultured voice suddenly bitter as medicine. He slumps back in his seat and stares bleakly at the water's opaque surface again in moody silence.
Nothing follows, for a moment, other than the sound of the waves lapping against the dinghy's hull--and an awkward cough from the ferryman, who is still politely pretending not to eavesdrop. Octavius glowers at the old man's back, then gives his head a tight little shake. "It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have come here, it was a stupid idea anyway."