[Viktor knows, objectively, that this is a not-uncommon occurrence for the Summoned. That it is a possibility for him to sleep, and experience days or weeks or months or even years worth of time back home, sent to him as an especially vivid dream. He remembers Tony, wandering back into the workshop with new memories and new scars, and together they'd tried to piece together just what, exactly, the Singularity had done. He supposes it was always a possibility, that something like this would happen to him, but as time passed it always felt more abstract, than anything. He should not have let his guard down.
He awakens, slowly. It takes him a moment to come back to himself--to realize that the bed he's in and the room it occupies are both familiar. Viktor brings a hand to his chest and feels that it's warm and pliable, rising and falling as he breathes. The dip in the mattress next to him indicates the presence of another body, and when he looks over to seek Kyle, he realizes what must have happened.
Viktor breathes out. The implications are staggering, of course, but he finds himself too disoriented to make sense of it. Instead, he reaches out into the metaphysical space, the cosmos blossoming in his vision, only to find that he is alone. There are no other minds, no apparition. That in itself is disorienting, too, even if some part of him knows it's the logical conclusion, given the apparent absence of the Hexcore. He remembers where his corporeal feet are in relation to the actual floor, and slips out of bed quietly--Viktor is not so far removed from the physical world that he doesn't remember his crutch, even in this state.
The goal, of course, is to head down to the workshop, hoping that it will ground him further--that he can start to make sense of things. If he's lucky, he won't disturb Kyle as he goes.]
closed; kyle
He awakens, slowly. It takes him a moment to come back to himself--to realize that the bed he's in and the room it occupies are both familiar. Viktor brings a hand to his chest and feels that it's warm and pliable, rising and falling as he breathes. The dip in the mattress next to him indicates the presence of another body, and when he looks over to seek Kyle, he realizes what must have happened.
Viktor breathes out. The implications are staggering, of course, but he finds himself too disoriented to make sense of it. Instead, he reaches out into the metaphysical space, the cosmos blossoming in his vision, only to find that he is alone. There are no other minds, no apparition. That in itself is disorienting, too, even if some part of him knows it's the logical conclusion, given the apparent absence of the Hexcore. He remembers where his corporeal feet are in relation to the actual floor, and slips out of bed quietly--Viktor is not so far removed from the physical world that he doesn't remember his crutch, even in this state.
The goal, of course, is to head down to the workshop, hoping that it will ground him further--that he can start to make sense of things. If he's lucky, he won't disturb Kyle as he goes.]