As soon as Gabriel stepped out into the cold Moscow air, a deep frown smeared over his face. The chill bit through his coat, but it wasn't the weather that bothered him. It was Julius. Or rather, the man Julius was forcing himself to become.
He replayed their earlier conversation in his mind. There had been moments when Julius no longer reacted to his actual name. The titles he had answered to his whole life, "Julius" and "Young Master," had fallen on deaf ears.
Yet the moment Gabriel addressed him as "Dimitri," Julius responded, as if that were the name he had lived with since birth.
That was the part that bothered him the most.
The disguise itself wasn't the problem. Julius had undergone many identities before. What troubled Gabriel was that this time, it felt as though Julius was slowly beginning to forget who he truly was.
"...No one asked you to do this."
