[It's unfair, to ask Kyle to do this. It's unfair, to ask Jayce to destroy the Hexcore. Viktor knows that now, but he also knows that despite everything he's done to himself, he too cowardly, and doesn't have the strength of will to see it through. Not when it means letting go of all this and stepping into some kind of unknown.
The pressure of Kyle's hand on the first cable has him bracing himself, squeezing his hand tightly and failing to stifle a painful noise. Viktor has plugged and unplugged these cables dozens of times, but this is different as his body resists--he's spent so long and worked so hard to insulate himself from any kind of discomfort that to feel it again, all at once, all the memories, is a literal shock to the system.
It comes free with a white-hot burst of pain down his spinal column, and Viktor shouts involuntarily, trying to bury a sob in Kyle's shoulder. His chest heaves, the power source inside of him flickering as he tries to catch breath that he doesn't really need. A long-forgotten reflex, more than anything else.]
It's okay--I'm okay.
[He says that to reassure him both as the burning ebbs. Viktor has no idea if any of this is true, or if he'll be okay after this, but his domain is crumbling around them, the fractals splintering, and he knows that soon they will be out of time. Viktor steels himself, and covers Kyle's hand at the base of the next cable.]
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The pressure of Kyle's hand on the first cable has him bracing himself, squeezing his hand tightly and failing to stifle a painful noise. Viktor has plugged and unplugged these cables dozens of times, but this is different as his body resists--he's spent so long and worked so hard to insulate himself from any kind of discomfort that to feel it again, all at once, all the memories, is a literal shock to the system.
It comes free with a white-hot burst of pain down his spinal column, and Viktor shouts involuntarily, trying to bury a sob in Kyle's shoulder. His chest heaves, the power source inside of him flickering as he tries to catch breath that he doesn't really need. A long-forgotten reflex, more than anything else.]
It's okay--I'm okay.
[He says that to reassure him both as the burning ebbs. Viktor has no idea if any of this is true, or if he'll be okay after this, but his domain is crumbling around them, the fractals splintering, and he knows that soon they will be out of time. Viktor steels himself, and covers Kyle's hand at the base of the next cable.]
Together.