Kavinsky grinned. "Russia. Had it gift wrapped and delivered." It wasn't the truth, but it was the story everyone back home knew in rumors alone.
The expression slowly faded off his face in the next few moments though, while he considered that. He wondered, sometimes, if that was how Prokopenko felt about the memories K had omitted upon dreaming him back to life. He wondered if Proko even knew, and if he did, if he was bitter about it. Kavinsky couldn't help it, though; he hadn't wanted his best friend to have to remember dying. He didn't deserve that.
"Yeah, sometimes I wish my mind was that kind to me," he said. "But- not knowing would drive me crazy. Sorry you're going through that."
Picking up his own drink, he nodded with a murmured agreement.
He felt a little like he'd backed himself into a corner, and he mulled over how to answer while he sipped his drink. There were ways he could reply that weren't a lie--they just wouldn't be the entire truth. He wondered if that would be cheating, and he also wondered if he cared. It was too late to change his choice. He wasn't a coward, it was just...complicated.
"It's influence." He didn't quite make eye contact while he said it, but not because he felt guilty about hedging. "You know, when you're the one people go to when they need something, because they know you'll deliver quality. Everyone knows my name, even if they've never met me. 'Course, it doesn't mean shit here, but-" he shrugged. He wasn't bothered by that.
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The expression slowly faded off his face in the next few moments though, while he considered that. He wondered, sometimes, if that was how Prokopenko felt about the memories K had omitted upon dreaming him back to life. He wondered if Proko even knew, and if he did, if he was bitter about it. Kavinsky couldn't help it, though; he hadn't wanted his best friend to have to remember dying. He didn't deserve that.
"Yeah, sometimes I wish my mind was that kind to me," he said. "But- not knowing would drive me crazy. Sorry you're going through that."
Picking up his own drink, he nodded with a murmured agreement.
He felt a little like he'd backed himself into a corner, and he mulled over how to answer while he sipped his drink. There were ways he could reply that weren't a lie--they just wouldn't be the entire truth. He wondered if that would be cheating, and he also wondered if he cared. It was too late to change his choice. He wasn't a coward, it was just...complicated.
"It's influence." He didn't quite make eye contact while he said it, but not because he felt guilty about hedging. "You know, when you're the one people go to when they need something, because they know you'll deliver quality. Everyone knows my name, even if they've never met me. 'Course, it doesn't mean shit here, but-" he shrugged. He wasn't bothered by that.