"Those who dare defy Dostoevsky shall meet an untimely death, huh? And you? What comes after this?" He asked Fyodor, his eye slightly narrowed, but the small shine of hope flicker slightly.

Fyodor responds: "You said it yourself. You tried to kill me. I'd like to return the favour."

Nikolai just... stands there for a second. "Lovely.." He says. That spark of hope flickered out faster than a candle dropped into the Mariana Trench.

But that was a month ago. Fyodor's dead now. Nikolai is... unsure of what to do with himself. If anything... he's only more bound to emotion than he was before. This plan... backfired horribly.

"Hmm..." He was gazing on at a small scene of carnage he caused. But... something was still missing.