Vasili
Edward was the type of man who was completely composed no matter the situation. I, on the other hand often ran around like a lost chicken when I even detected the smallest amount of danger. Plus the fact I was extremely emotional did not work in my favour.
Yavok always blamed it on the fact I spent my teen years in New York. Apparently being a New Yorker for those few years taught me how to express myself. That was a no, no in the Chernyshevsky family. I had barely seen Katarina or Yavok cry in all my years.
I was an emotional mess even when I was younger. My mum simply thought because I was the youngest I was more sensitive. I thought because I was normal I expressed myself more. My family was fucking robots in my eyes although I had mastered the art of keeping a stoic expression in front of people.
