[ Viktor leaves Jayce to think in his silence though it feels surprisingly difficult to pull himself away from the fuzzy warmth of his side. Standing and finding he doesn't wobble nor wince nor want for his cane, he tucks this away as further evidence that none of this is real. His body is whole and good, working as it always should have rather than being weighed down by flaws.
There is beauty in imperfections. Shaking his head to clear it, he reaches up to pluck two fig-like fruits from a tree. One plum can't have been enough to satisfy Jayce—even Viktor is still feeling a little empty—and it will give him something for his hands to do other than dig into his own skin.
Returning to their perch on the fountain, he sits as Jayce speaks up. His voice is grave, and for a moment, Viktor feels foolish for offering him the fruit. ] What were you doing in a Shimmer factory?
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There is beauty in imperfections. Shaking his head to clear it, he reaches up to pluck two fig-like fruits from a tree. One plum can't have been enough to satisfy Jayce—even Viktor is still feeling a little empty—and it will give him something for his hands to do other than dig into his own skin.
Returning to their perch on the fountain, he sits as Jayce speaks up. His voice is grave, and for a moment, Viktor feels foolish for offering him the fruit. ] What were you doing in a Shimmer factory?