The result of my magnificent plans, of course. A stage set according to the whims of my free will as to prove that I could exert it!
[ Since the both of them were already aware of who the intended recipient was from the start he liberates the little bird from Fyodor's palm without waiting for a cue. This too will play a part in his down fall. The consequences of an otherworldly candor couldn't have been predicted. Not by him at least. ]
In truth, whether I survive is of little consequence if it means I can achieve my ideal... Without a single shred of remorse is how I wish to feel. And so if you or I had perished I wouldn't have to think any more on these things! I simply would've had to accept the outcome.
[ A cool indifference is what he observes as he looks across at the being who stirs up his feelings so ardently. For Fyodor to be born human yet to possess such an formidable ability to remain detached... It inspires both a deep envy and a poignant pang of sadness. Yet neither angels nor devils are always incapable of sympathy. He lowers his eyes away from that glorious sight filled with purpose but fuelled by tragedy.
Which is when Gogol's expression pinches with visible disconcertion. The following are inner thoughts he'd never vocalize quite so unfiltered. The end of the admission trembles with an emotion he won't place. ]
I'm elated... and frightened to see you here, my friend. It's exactly the incomprehensible affection I hold for you that makes a perfect completion of my wish so burdensome.
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[ Since the both of them were already aware of who the intended recipient was from the start he liberates the little bird from Fyodor's palm without waiting for a cue. This too will play a part in his down fall. The consequences of an otherworldly candor couldn't have been predicted. Not by him at least. ]
In truth, whether I survive is of little consequence if it means I can achieve my ideal... Without a single shred of remorse is how I wish to feel. And so if you or I had perished I wouldn't have to think any more on these things! I simply would've had to accept the outcome.
[ A cool indifference is what he observes as he looks across at the being who stirs up his feelings so ardently. For Fyodor to be born human yet to possess such an formidable ability to remain detached... It inspires both a deep envy and a poignant pang of sadness. Yet neither angels nor devils are always incapable of sympathy. He lowers his eyes away from that glorious sight filled with purpose but fuelled by tragedy.
Which is when Gogol's expression pinches with visible disconcertion. The following are inner thoughts he'd never vocalize quite so unfiltered. The end of the admission trembles with an emotion he won't place. ]
I'm elated... and frightened to see you here, my friend. It's exactly the incomprehensible affection I hold for you that makes a perfect completion of my wish so burdensome.