“Benefit it? Benefit it?!”
Anger swells and she lurches forwards. But for an instant, she doesn’t see him. She see’s the building- Jayce’s lab- exploding. She see’s the explosion of blue light from the canning factory, the sensation of falling-
She snaps back only to realise she’s actually fallen to her knees at his feet, panting. Pink tears stream down her face and she can’t seem to stop shaking. It’d been years, why was it so bad now-
Today’s the anniversary idiot. Today is 8 years since you murdered us-
She gets up, rolling back onto her feet. Her head is hurting so much it’s like someone shot her.
Do you have somewhere to go? A guardian or a friend I can take you to?
The question makes her look up finally. Her eyes, bright pink, pupils lost in the hue stare at him for a long moment, unblinking before she gives a half hearted laugh. “T-they’re all dead. I killed them.” Her voice breaks and she looks away, swaying on the spot.
No not all dead. She still had Silco. She’d always have Silco. Nothing was going to happen to him. Not if she could help it.
“…I can walk myself… I don’t need your help.” She shakes her head, scrubbing her cheek with the back of a gloved hand much harder then necessary. “What are you even doing down here anyway. Really? Did wonder boy kick you out?”
He stumbles back in surprise and only barely keeps himself from falling on his ass. But not without cost, the sudden exertion launches him into one of his coughing fits. It only takes a couple of seconds but by the time he is done and has habitually wiped the blood off on his pants it feels like his lungs have ended up in his throat. Or whatever is left of them anyway.
There is fear in his eyes when he looks down at her, clutching his crutch in preparation to do... Something. He feels like he's caught a wild animal in headlights with how unpredictable this situation is.
Her words, instead of increasing his fear make his expression soften with more empathy. He thinks of the hexcore, of Sky, of her calling his name before she... To put it simply, he sympathises.
" I'm from here . Can't I visit my old home ? " It's not the truth. Viktor hasn't had a place he'd truly call home since his parents died. Still, he’s not keen to reveal the real reason he’s come to some random, insane girl. Let alone about opening up about his condition. “ And I’m not his pet , you know . “ He adds with well veiled frustration. His independence is something he values greatly. Even from Jayce.
“ I assume he’s the one who told you about me , then ? “ It’s an odd duo to imagine. Even weirder to imagine the topic of him coming up. “ How did that come to be ? “
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