[Viktor sees Kyle's hands come away wet and red and he does his best to find the spot, pressing down on it and not caring about the amount of fumbling. He's already resolved not to leave his side, though it's made difficult by the chaos around them, and Kyle struggling to stay upright. Viktor can't carry him, so it's only a matter of seconds before they're both sinking to the ground.
He knows he won't make it far, not in the middle of this action--there's no material difference, if he remains by Kyle's side. All he can do is pull him along, and hope he can support his own weight long enough for them to get to safety.]
No, I'm staying with you, I can--
[He feels the impulse, even without the presence of the Hexcore. His fingers search for the hole in the fabric, wanting to tear it open and expose the wound, so he can press his palm against it.]
I'll heal you.
[It comes out breathlessly, like Viktor isn't certain he can even do such a thing.]
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He knows he won't make it far, not in the middle of this action--there's no material difference, if he remains by Kyle's side. All he can do is pull him along, and hope he can support his own weight long enough for them to get to safety.]
No, I'm staying with you, I can--
[He feels the impulse, even without the presence of the Hexcore. His fingers search for the hole in the fabric, wanting to tear it open and expose the wound, so he can press his palm against it.]
I'll heal you.
[It comes out breathlessly, like Viktor isn't certain he can even do such a thing.]