After two other periods Kate finally earned her lunch escape, her mind was hazy and she walked across campus toward the Commons, until she felt Dimitri fall in step with her, not looking particularly godlik.
"I suppose you want to talk about what happened in Stan's class?" Kate questioned, not bothering with titles, which Dimitri didn't comment, instead answering with a short.
"Да. (Yes.)"
A moment of silence wrapped the two as they walked, but Dimitri was the first to break it "Do you think you are fully prepared to protect Vasilisa?" Kate looked at him for a split second before answering.
"I know I am, but I also know that having a promise mark on my neck, signs everything and that's why I didn't resist ." her words weren't cold nor distant, instead they were filled with sincerity.
"Your words today were extremely specific, and you move almost like a trained Guardian." Dimitri continued and Kate shrugged, throwing up her mental shield around herself. Seeing that the brunette wasn't going to answer, the older Dhampir continued "You're strong and fast by nature. You just need to keep yourself trained and show that you will fight for Vasilisa."
"You don't know my nature Comrade, my mother is dead, my brother is gone, my father left before I was even born. I had nothing to fight for until I met Lissa, so don't think that I won't fight for Lissa. I'll fight you if I must to ensure her safety, and believe me, I'm not talking about gym fighting." Katherine countered, her voice low and deadly, just like she'd used with Kirova when she first arrived at the Academy. A tone that had Dimtri smirking slightly with how much honesty it carried, even if his eyes didn't show it, he was surprised to hear about her family history.
He had to wonder that the Kit that Kate had mentioned to him on the plane was her brother, and there was something in the way that she spoke that had Dimitri wanting to help her.
"You could use the resources of our world to find your past, your mother's family, try to find your father. Use the resources around you. You're an ideal choice to guard Vasilisa when you both graduate." Dimitri told the younger girl, watching as she continued to walk, not looking up at him.
"Lissa, call her Lissa." I corrected, her tone slightly cold, the pale blonde hated her full name, much preferring the Americanized nickname.
Dimitri looked at the brunette once more before turning in another direction and walking away, unfortunately he didn't get that far from the young Dhampir as she called out "Наши кошельки у вас еще есть, товарищ. (You still have our wallets, Comrade.)"
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Nepenthe (d.belikov)
FanfictionNepenthe • Something that can make you forget grief or suffering. Never feeling like they belonged was a feeling that Lissa Dragomir lived with, even with her family and life long best friend, although they aided in that feeling not being so strong...