[Viktor shakes Kyle as his head falls backward, trying desperately to keep him conscious, buhe doesn't have enough hands to do that and put pressure on the wound and look around for help. It becomes incredibly clear in just a moment what he'll need to do, though he wishes he had the opportunity to properly ask.
He reaches down to Kyle's belt for a knife, which, thankfully, is not difficult to find. Despite his panic, he keeps his hands steady, cutting at anything in the way of the wound before pressing his palm against bare skin. Blood surges between his fingers, and Viktor squeezes his eyes shut.]
Please--
[He cannot draw on the Hexcore, not when it isn't physically present. Instead, Viktor reaches out to the Singularity, silently begging for it to fill the void. If it is the source of all magic in this world, then it can be the source of his magic, too. Can't it?
He feels it, all at once, the cosmos opening up before him, magic flowing from his outstretched hand into Kyle's form. The metal of the bullet provides materials, and he pulls on all the right strings to stop the bleeding and knit the wound back together. It takes only moments, but when he falls back into the real world, all of the air has left his lungs. He gasps, all but collapsing against Kyle, forehead pressed against his chest.]
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He reaches down to Kyle's belt for a knife, which, thankfully, is not difficult to find. Despite his panic, he keeps his hands steady, cutting at anything in the way of the wound before pressing his palm against bare skin. Blood surges between his fingers, and Viktor squeezes his eyes shut.]
Please--
[He cannot draw on the Hexcore, not when it isn't physically present. Instead, Viktor reaches out to the Singularity, silently begging for it to fill the void. If it is the source of all magic in this world, then it can be the source of his magic, too. Can't it?
He feels it, all at once, the cosmos opening up before him, magic flowing from his outstretched hand into Kyle's form. The metal of the bullet provides materials, and he pulls on all the right strings to stop the bleeding and knit the wound back together. It takes only moments, but when he falls back into the real world, all of the air has left his lungs. He gasps, all but collapsing against Kyle, forehead pressed against his chest.]
--wake up!