[You shouldn't. I need... again, they are separated. So quickly. With just some words, we is split apart. Viktor wishes that didn't effect him the way it does. It makes him wince, he sees spots in his vision, he wants to sink into himself until he implodes like a collapsed star.
I promised you. Connected again, Jayce to him. Pulling him right back up. Viktor sighs with annoyance and misplaced, he knows, frustration- His tone says explain, with a bile behind it bubbling,]
And what did you promise-? Remind me. Slipped my mind- [he catches his acidic tone, shaking his head, grinding his teeth against themselves.
The last promises Jayce made to him-? Destroy the Hexcore. Make no more weapons.
He is unaware of what Jayce told some other, unknown version of himself. A Viktor who suffers a somehow sadder and more tragic fate than the man in Jayce's arms feels doomed to. How this Viktor would scoff at that possibility. Sounds fake. Utterly improbable that things could actually get worse for him.]
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I promised you. Connected again, Jayce to him. Pulling him right back up. Viktor sighs with annoyance and misplaced, he knows, frustration- His tone says explain, with a bile behind it bubbling,]
And what did you promise-? Remind me. Slipped my mind- [he catches his acidic tone, shaking his head, grinding his teeth against themselves.
The last promises Jayce made to him-? Destroy the Hexcore. Make no more weapons.
He is unaware of what Jayce told some other, unknown version of himself. A Viktor who suffers a somehow sadder and more tragic fate than the man in Jayce's arms feels doomed to. How this Viktor would scoff at that possibility. Sounds fake. Utterly improbable that things could actually get worse for him.]