[ not real, says a voice that is not his, and viktor's eyes snap open, his head turning towards the sound — and what he sees is... he isn't entirely sure, but it is not human in the strictest sense of the word, that he is sure of. ]
Are you? [ real, he means — except the moment the words leave his mouth, he winces at how they sound. ] I am sorry, I didn't mean...
[ he looks at the way the light of the hexcore is mingling with the edges of this - specter, the wisps blending in with the purple light as if it is drawing parts of him away, and viktor swallows back a sudden bout of nausea. ]
It is not — taking you, is it? [ he looks around, eyes landing on the mirrors showing the blood, the body, and those... those are not from him, surely, which means this man is real and separate from this place, which is at once a relief (he can look at something else than the hexcore) and an entirely new terror (if the hexcore is here, can it disintegrate him, too?) and the dichotomy of emotions makes him feel a little dizzy. ]
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Are you? [ real, he means — except the moment the words leave his mouth, he winces at how they sound. ] I am sorry, I didn't mean...
[ he looks at the way the light of the hexcore is mingling with the edges of this - specter, the wisps blending in with the purple light as if it is drawing parts of him away, and viktor swallows back a sudden bout of nausea. ]
It is not — taking you, is it? [ he looks around, eyes landing on the mirrors showing the blood, the body, and those... those are not from him, surely, which means this man is real and separate from this place, which is at once a relief (he can look at something else than the hexcore) and an entirely new terror (if the hexcore is here, can it disintegrate him, too?) and the dichotomy of emotions makes him feel a little dizzy. ]