Rehabilitation. [ The word rots upon his tongue. ] 'Tis mapping the sh-shape of our weakness, is what it is.
[ Viktor starts, gaze darting down to the clasped fingers now shackling his wrists. When he looks up again, meeting those familiar silver eyes, there is a flicker of fire in his own. His brows climb up high enough to disappear beneath the mess of his curls, expression caught somewhere between high alert and utterly incredulous. Viktor doesn't quite laugh, but does exhale a soft breath.
Safer. Safer for those assembled, that the two of them should be anywhere else. Easier to do what he'd been made to do without needing to account for a dozen bodies in need of shielding, healing, protection. Should it come to that.
Stars, he hopes it does not come to that. And so, after another stilling pull of air, he agrees. ]
To your laboratory, then. 'Twould be nice to see a more familiar locale.
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[ Viktor starts, gaze darting down to the clasped fingers now shackling his wrists. When he looks up again, meeting those familiar silver eyes, there is a flicker of fire in his own. His brows climb up high enough to disappear beneath the mess of his curls, expression caught somewhere between high alert and utterly incredulous. Viktor doesn't quite laugh, but does exhale a soft breath.
Safer. Safer for those assembled, that the two of them should be anywhere else. Easier to do what he'd been made to do without needing to account for a dozen bodies in need of shielding, healing, protection. Should it come to that.
Stars, he hopes it does not come to that. And so, after another stilling pull of air, he agrees. ]
To your laboratory, then. 'Twould be nice to see a more familiar locale.