[ He lets him go, if reluctantly, and watches his gaze pan across the open space. There are the usual cushion-pillows on the floor, along with an alcove set into the rounded walls with a stone bench - Kyle's clearly not particularly skilled or interested in furniture design, and he doesn't care if Viktor makes himself more comfortable seating options to leave behind here.

He shakes his head. ]

No. [ It can't be undone. He lowers his gaze, frowning at the stone floor. If he had full use of his abilities, he could suggest ways to at least attempt to slow down production of these new devices, all of them with stealth and violence. But he doesn't, so there's no point.

He cants his head to one side, raising both eyebrows. He starts slowly, and incredibly deadpan: ]

But you haven't blown up the whole world yet, and we're still waiting on war to officially kick off. So, there's still time to adapt. Or blow us all up, I guess. [ He gives a one shouldered shrug, a small smile at the end of that as he lifts his gaze again, his expression earnest. ]

I still have faith in you.