[ Viktor slumps, pressing his cheek into Jayce's palm. Neither of them have the right answer, and that's-- frustrating. This is not simply a scientific endeavor where Viktor can experiment and take the necessary time to work on all possible avenues of discovery. These are people that have had their emotion and independence removed from them.
What did he do with it? Is their emotion still within their minds, just suppressed? Or did he rip it out entirely? Will returning it be a simple matter of unblocking, or will he have to rebuild them? Is he even capable of that?
(For the briefest of moments, Viktor viciously misses the simplicity of being he had had just moments before. Now that he's able to snip away the strands of the hexcore tangled up in his mind, everything is so much more... difficult.)
He has no lungs anymore with which to take a deep breath to steady himself, so Viktor does the next best thing, closing his eyes for a moment. There, he can see all the souls he's linked to, bright golden lights stretching out into the distance. It's not a reassuring sight, but at least he knows they're there. Within reach. Forcibly shoving down some of that emotion, he can hear the lessening of the cries of the commune, devotees getting up from where they'd fallen in the dirt or on the floor of their dwellings, slowly recovering. And when Viktor opens his eyes again-- ]
I am... so sorry that you had to go through all of that. Just to point me in the right direction.
[ Viktor's hand comes up to wrap around Jayce's wrist, dark metal curling over olive skin. ]
Your leg. [ He falters. ] I could heal it, but... it would remove your mind. Your emotions, and passion. I do not think I am capable of healing without doing that, not while the hexcore still works within me.
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What did he do with it? Is their emotion still within their minds, just suppressed? Or did he rip it out entirely? Will returning it be a simple matter of unblocking, or will he have to rebuild them? Is he even capable of that?
(For the briefest of moments, Viktor viciously misses the simplicity of being he had had just moments before. Now that he's able to snip away the strands of the hexcore tangled up in his mind, everything is so much more... difficult.)
He has no lungs anymore with which to take a deep breath to steady himself, so Viktor does the next best thing, closing his eyes for a moment. There, he can see all the souls he's linked to, bright golden lights stretching out into the distance. It's not a reassuring sight, but at least he knows they're there. Within reach. Forcibly shoving down some of that emotion, he can hear the lessening of the cries of the commune, devotees getting up from where they'd fallen in the dirt or on the floor of their dwellings, slowly recovering. And when Viktor opens his eyes again-- ]
I am... so sorry that you had to go through all of that. Just to point me in the right direction.
[ Viktor's hand comes up to wrap around Jayce's wrist, dark metal curling over olive skin. ]
Your leg. [ He falters. ] I could heal it, but... it would remove your mind. Your emotions, and passion. I do not think I am capable of healing without doing that, not while the hexcore still works within me.