#igncbility

“Zhenya. I’m not letting you do this. I’m not letting you destroy everything you’ve worked hard for. You’re better than that.” Yo-Han effectively blocked Evgeni’s way. For how long he could do it, he wasn’t sure, but he had at least had to try.

“You have my thanks...” Longfeng started. “...Friend.” They weren’t sure the last time they ever addressed anyone as such, but given Evgeni’s help in their latest endeavor when it wasn’t necessarily in his own interest made Longfeng think even more highly of him than just the person who fooled around back in graduate school. Time changes a person, they supposed. After all, even they had changed.

In the far recesses of the library, away from prying eyes, Yo-Han slumped down into a chair, visibly distressed as he took a long exhale and felt as if the life was being drained from him. The bombings around the world, the war in Europe, alliances being broken. The accumulation of problems he felt he needed to deal with finally eroded away his normally trained composure. He wasn’t sure what he could do anymore, but he knew he needed to do something to save that which he held dear.