[The defensive wrench drops as Jayce relaxes his hammer. Viktor's defenses do not. The immediate threat seems to have passed, but this is not the Jayce that Viktor knows; confirmed by the man's very own words. Who he is...what he is though, remains to be seen. Viktor sets the wrench down on his work table, (there's not much he could do with it anyways,) then turns to face the other man with a familiar gaze.
Perhaps Viktor should be more cautious with this almost-stranger, but he is first and foremost a scientist. His eyes again rake over the other man's form, doing what he does best -- inventorying and assessing, cataloging everything he knows to be Jayce Talis and all that things that are inherently...wrong? Different. His gaze lingers on that injured leg the longest, and he lets out a soft, audible exhale. It's a sore point. Of all the things he wishes for them to have in common, this is certainly not one of them.
Although, maybe it's not quite the same thing. Injuries can heal. Disease, malnutrition, afflictions do not. The graduation from cane to crutch has been humbling in every sense. It's with no fluidity of movement that Viktor takes a few hobbled steps forward, although he ultimately comes to rest against his crutch with another deep exhale.]
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[The defensive wrench drops as Jayce relaxes his hammer. Viktor's defenses do not. The immediate threat seems to have passed, but this is not the Jayce that Viktor knows; confirmed by the man's very own words. Who he is...what he is though, remains to be seen. Viktor sets the wrench down on his work table, (there's not much he could do with it anyways,) then turns to face the other man with a familiar gaze.
Perhaps Viktor should be more cautious with this almost-stranger, but he is first and foremost a scientist. His eyes again rake over the other man's form, doing what he does best -- inventorying and assessing, cataloging everything he knows to be Jayce Talis and all that things that are inherently...wrong? Different. His gaze lingers on that injured leg the longest, and he lets out a soft, audible exhale. It's a sore point. Of all the things he wishes for them to have in common, this is certainly not one of them.
Although, maybe it's not quite the same thing. Injuries can heal. Disease, malnutrition, afflictions do not. The graduation from cane to crutch has been humbling in every sense. It's with no fluidity of movement that Viktor takes a few hobbled steps forward, although he ultimately comes to rest against his crutch with another deep exhale.]
I think it would be best if you explained.