[Convinced as he is that the factions' meddling with the Singularity has caused all this, he feels at least partially responsible for making it right, if he can. The various governments certainly aren't going to, and it seems like the Draconae don't even want them here anyway. Viktor prefers this--he woudl rather solve the problem himself, rather than rely on the government, or, at worst, deal with their interference.
But there's a more immediate problem. The birds are unsettling, as is the small motion that signals the drawing of a knife. Viktor's gaze passes briefly over it, and he has the uncharitable thought that perhaps it's still unwise, to be alone with Kyle. All of that, however, vanishes in an instant when he keeps walking forward and actually listens to the voices.
--the hell's your problem? What's that? Another list with my name on it--]
There's no one here.
[He already knows it's impossible, even unable to locate the source of the conversation, and even before his own unmistakable accent provides the answer (Actually, yes. But only because you signed your notes). The conversation is innocuous enough for an observer, perhaps, but Viktor knows it, and everything that happened that night, by heart. He's sure he can't hide the recognition on his face.]
this took me waaay too long but, you know, vague gestures
But there's a more immediate problem. The birds are unsettling, as is the small motion that signals the drawing of a knife. Viktor's gaze passes briefly over it, and he has the uncharitable thought that perhaps it's still unwise, to be alone with Kyle. All of that, however, vanishes in an instant when he keeps walking forward and actually listens to the voices.
--the hell's your problem? What's that? Another list with my name on it--]
There's no one here.
[He already knows it's impossible, even unable to locate the source of the conversation, and even before his own unmistakable accent provides the answer (Actually, yes. But only because you signed your notes). The conversation is innocuous enough for an observer, perhaps, but Viktor knows it, and everything that happened that night, by heart. He's sure he can't hide the recognition on his face.]
It's not real.