Dankovsky looks stricken for a moment, as though the word was new to him, an unexpected mention. He's never really put much thought into that sort of feeling; it was always an unnecessary concern for a thanatologist of his caliber.
But now... now that he's far, far from the Capital and all its glory, he finds those feelings may have some use after all.
"...I suppose... I am happy."
It feels incredibly weird to put into words, and were he not slightly intoxicated with happy juice, he would most likely not even admit it, and yet— it's true, isn't he?
He's happy. He's happy, so happy! Maybe his ambitions have been put on hold for the time being, but he has love.
He has love!
"Incredible," he mutters to himself, chuckling in something akin to disbelief. "What a feeling so fleeting is capable of doing to a respectable man. Don't you think, Ms. Fever?"
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Dankovsky looks stricken for a moment, as though the word was new to him, an unexpected mention. He's never really put much thought into that sort of feeling; it was always an unnecessary concern for a thanatologist of his caliber.
But now... now that he's far, far from the Capital and all its glory, he finds those feelings may have some use after all.
"...I suppose... I am happy."
It feels incredibly weird to put into words, and were he not slightly intoxicated with happy juice, he would most likely not even admit it, and yet— it's true, isn't he?
He's happy. He's happy, so happy! Maybe his ambitions have been put on hold for the time being, but he has love.
He has love!
"Incredible," he mutters to himself, chuckling in something akin to disbelief. "What a feeling so fleeting is capable of doing to a respectable man. Don't you think, Ms. Fever?"