[ only a second too late and jayce realizes that maybe he should give him some privacy, only through how viktor turns and— right. awkwardly, but respectfully, he's sure to face in the opposite direction, astral legs at 9 o'clock, back at noon, and clearing the rasp going down his throat as viktor thinks it through.
jayce resists the urge to spin back around, but his attentive profile keeps viktor's blurry frame at the corner of his sight. a hallucination, huh. jayce doesn't not understand, but he might dislike the notion of being unreal. especially when he's as real as he could be. but . . . hell, he's questioned that, too. their manifestations don't match. pulling his lips into his mouth in sharp thought, almost to keep from frowning too hard and suffering creases, jayce speculates: ]
Counterargument, [ just a thought, ] we're alive. Or at least conscious— and still within the Arcane.
[ why would only one of them die? or perhaps, they both did? in their own personal limbo with their own personal hallucination of the other? ]
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jayce resists the urge to spin back around, but his attentive profile keeps viktor's blurry frame at the corner of his sight. a hallucination, huh. jayce doesn't not understand, but he might dislike the notion of being unreal. especially when he's as real as he could be. but . . . hell, he's questioned that, too. their manifestations don't match. pulling his lips into his mouth in sharp thought, almost to keep from frowning too hard and suffering creases, jayce speculates: ]
Counterargument, [ just a thought, ] we're alive. Or at least conscious— and still within the Arcane.
[ why would only one of them die? or perhaps, they both did? in their own personal limbo with their own personal hallucination of the other? ]