Ilya knew a few words of Russian, enough to understand the general meaning of his father's words, his tone in line with the pleading. He cringed, inwardly. He did not want to to watch his father's lover die in his arms, something was inherently wrong with that picture.
Still, his gaze was drawn to the scene, the two figures curled into one another in an embrace far more intimate than sexual. He felt his own heart skip a beat at the sight, at the knowledge of what was happening.
He knew, in that moment, his father was going to have to kill Rurik. It wasn't a matter of letting him die, and Ilya understood suddenly what was happening. Kai was giving Rurik temporary strength to bring him to consciousness so he could make a choice. The choice.
Ilya swallowed hard. He understood his role, and he knew he was the only one who cold do it. He merely sat and awaited his father's request that he go and find Rurik's first victim, if that were the witch's choice.