[There is one (1) guy at the gate--Viktor's face says as much, though his confusion is swiftly giving way to frustration. It was a dream, after all, and there's nothing material either of them can do about something that is a world away, frozen in time. He makes an indignant little noise, suffering Kyle's pat down, and that more-or-less says it all.
Viktor does not, however, like the idea of somehow being greater than the members of his commune, even though they both know that to be true. He doesn't want guards. He doesn't want to think about the dangers lurking just outside his gates--the ones that have already arrived. He doesn't want to admit how fragile it is, the peace he's managed to create.
He reaches out to still Kyle's hands.]
I'll make you my chief of security. You can personally vet everyone who wants to speak with me.
[Now there's a small smile on his face, making it clear that. This is a joke.]
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Viktor does not, however, like the idea of somehow being greater than the members of his commune, even though they both know that to be true. He doesn't want guards. He doesn't want to think about the dangers lurking just outside his gates--the ones that have already arrived. He doesn't want to admit how fragile it is, the peace he's managed to create.
He reaches out to still Kyle's hands.]
I'll make you my chief of security. You can personally vet everyone who wants to speak with me.
[Now there's a small smile on his face, making it clear that. This is a joke.]