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I know it sounds impossible

WHO: Jayce Talis and you
WHAT: A catch-all featuring reaction to Libertas/war and journey/help to Libertas
WHERE: Mostly in Cadens and Libertas, one Horizon prompt
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: General reaction to violence (obviously) and PTSD in comments.

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Shortly after the horrified Summoned and Cadens people watch as smoke and fire show over Libertas and ash fills the air, Jayce and Viktor leave to follow the order to go home. Jayce can be seen appearing glassy-eyed and very pale on the way to their apartment.

The next day and the days leading up to the Libertas relief effort, Jayce can be found at the workshop with a large collection of different types of tools that he has created for the upcoming effort. When he is not helping Nadine put together care packages and medical poultices, he is there making other things. He is mass-creating multi-tools to give to the soldiers and rescue workers, since they are not violent but can be useful when needing to do every day work. Scissors, knives to cut what they need, small saws, screwdrivers, pliers, they can all be useful going in.

It may not be as obviously helpful but Jayce works on a variety of crowbars, shovels, and saws, all with the mindset of helping to get rubble out. If they find people pinned by things or need to get under rubble, a strong crowbar is helpful, and saws can cut things out of the way. Honestly, it's just what he can think of to do to help.

The workshop door is open if anyone wants to come in and either talk, ask about their items he's been working in, or offer to help!

Edited 2022-09-12 16:59 (UTC)

As soon as they are given permission to go to Libertas, Jayce and Viktor are there bright and early to walk through the portal and get involved with whatever is on the other side. Immediately Jayce splits apart to focus on what has been a huge part of his life since arriving: healing. He started learning to help Viktor's condition until they found a cure, but now months in and with training and experience, it comes to him naturally.

He is known in Cadens as a blacksmith, but he will become known in Libertas as a healer.

Jayce can be seen tirelessly spending time at the hospitals offering his magical assistance, and he also knows enough about medicine now to give advice or reference medical support for those who don't need his gifts. Perhaps you have brought someone in who needs help or are looking for something to do, a direction to be given, come find him and he will seem like juggling twenty cases at the same time is perfectly reasonable. Warm and kind, he's become a particular favorite of injured children who he tells stories about his strange pet Rio. They don't believe him but laugh when he talks about her slobbering.

Sometimes Jayce is sent from the hospital to go to the temporary shelters and see if there aren't people falling through the cracks there as well. He has a medical bag with him since he is saving his magic for the more serious cases, knowing that a slave or poultice, especially Nadine's versions, can do the job too.

When needing to take a healing break, he uses his not inconsiderable amount of physical strength to carry supplies through the portals. Jayce seems determined to stay as much as he possibly can, only dragging himself away when other people force him to. If you want to be the one to suggest it, find him anywhere looking like he is about to fall asleep standing up, his clothes dirty and covered in sweat.

Edited 2022-09-12 02:51 (UTC)

Jayce will only briefly be in the Horizon this month, mostly all in the first few weeks as they wait for the relief effort to Libertas. He looks very harried and exhausted, usually making notes about all the supplies that will need to be taken to Libertas. He is doing that in real life too, but he's trying to make judgment calls about how much is possible.

He can also be found most often in those early days in the meditation room, a beautiful green field on a peaceful perfect day inside, meditating and training in his magic. He knows that going to Libertas will drain his healing magic so he wants to be at the peak of it.

As usual Rio can take any people visiting directly to where Jayce is and unlike her normal friendly self she seems very anxious.

Edited 2022-09-12 17:20 (UTC)

When they are ushered into Portam Hall, Jayce stays very close to Viktor, eyeing the increased military in the room with unease. Maybe it is foreboding but he feels unsettled. When Marlo says that Jaskier was in fact attacked and that the bugs were designed to protect him after all, Jayce goes white as a sheet. He immediately relives Dean and Geralt's messages and his response. It doesn't matter how much he underlined that they could be wrong, because at the end of the day, he told Dean there was enough suspicion about the bug to remove it. He goes completely still and barely breathes for a moment.

If more of you had stepped up. That may end up being haunting for more than a few days.

That is what Jayce thinks the worst possible thing is, shaken by how yet again his choices could be destructive. And then it gets much, much worse. His instinct when the tremor starts is to put an arm around Viktor and keep him close, uncertain if this is leading to an earthquake or something else. When they step outside and see the destruction, if only from a distance, fire and smoke, ashes blowing toward them on the wind, Jayce feels genuinely faint.

They are told to go home and so he does, numb and far away. If Viktor tries to say anything to him, Jayce mumbles a response but it is clear he is not all there. Upon arriving home he sits and immediately buries his face in his hands, eyes closed, trying to remember how to breathe. It isn't as simple as one thing on his back. Jayce gets overwhelmed easily and the double punch in a row is enough for him stomach to roll. He says nothing, just breathing unsteadily.

Jayce is thinking about the bridge. The bodies, the fire, the blood. That is Libertas now, or worse. He is thinking about the carnage at the Shimmer factory. At the moment, all he can see in his mind are the various disasters laid at his feet, and this one is not, at least not the attack on Libertas, but Jaskier is. They were there only a month ago. A month? He doesn't remember dates or times right then.

Edited 2022-09-06 14:35 (UTC)

Viktor, on the other hand, is furious. He cares less about who did and did not perform the assignment (really, he'd only done it himself because others contacted them offering devices of their own), and more about the death and destruction that has most assuredly come for Libertas. The Free Cities will surely retaliate. It's everything he's been afraid of, in stark relief. Ashes drifting towards Cadens, and there's nothing he can materially do. That's the most enraging thing of all.

He knows Jayce is blaming himself, even though it's misplaced. Viktor wants nothing more than to shake it out of him, too frustrated to entertain his particular brand of self-loathing, even though he knows by now that it requires a gentler hand. When they barely speak on the walk home, and they don't speak even when they get back to the apartment, Viktor is not quite sure how to pull him from the , with Jayce practically catatonic on the edge of their bed. It's not productive. It's not what he wants to be doing, but it needs to be done.

His anger is evident even from the kitchen, where the clanking of mugs and the scrape of the kettle against the cast iron of the stovetop betrays just how furious he really is. When he comes back to Jayce, however, he seems to have done his best to calm down, immediately moving into his space, grabbing one of his hands and pressing a warm mug of tea into into it. Viktor doesn't let go, just in case Jayce won't grab it in turn, but he's insistent, refusing to pull back as he sits down next to him.

"Drink this." He frames it that way on purpose--like this is something Jayce can do for Viktor, and he sells it further by leaning right into him, ducking his chin so that he can try meet Jayce's eyes, even if he insists on keeping his face covered. "Look at me, Jayce."

Jayce notices Viktor's angry but in this far away way, his mind sees it existing and he thinks he understands, but he feels nothing about it. Concern, maybe, for his lover, and once he does snap out of this, he will feel guilty solely for being so out of it, but he really can't seem to connect. He doesn't know how long he's been there. He takes the mug because Viktor gives it to him and holds it. His hands have to drop away from his face to do that.

This is not the first time he has gotten into this state, it just has been a long time. Usually Jayce reacts the opposite way to stress and trauma, by getting emotional or panicking or reacting intensely. Or getting sick, which he thought at first he might do, but he just went into this quiet state instead. His eyes are a little dazed as he follows Viktor's instruction to look at him.

"I'm sorry," he says, because that really is Jayce's instinct even now. His voice sounds far away too, that is so strange. "I just need a minute." Okay that sounds good, he sounds calm even if far away. Should he not be calm though? No, he shouldn't be. He should be angry? Viktor is angry. "I'll be fine, I just need a minute." He repeats thinking maybe that will help. A minute is reasonable. He'll be okay after that.

"Please don't look at me, I just need a minute, Viktor." It would be so much easier if it was actually happening here and now. Jayce is better in action, he would have already been moving to heal, to help people, to get them out of the way. But it was smoke and fire and away from him, he couldn't go there.

He's never seen Jayce like this--not to this extent, and on some level he knows he's not equipped to handle it. He can't even ask Jayce what he can do to help, because Jayce isn't in any state to even respond to him. He needs a minute. Of course he does. They both do. Viktor just considers his minute already taken, and is now looking for a way to be productive.

When it becomes clear that Jayce is not going to drink the tea, Viktor takes the mug out of his hand. He still tries to make eye contact, but Jayce purposefully avoids his gaze, and outright tells Viktor not to look at him. That seems ridiculous, and he wants to verbally protest it but it's clear by now that something is wrong.

He hates feeling powerless. He can't go to Libertas, which for all he knows is still on fire. He can't pull Jayce out of wherever he is. It's all useless, and he wants to explode about it. Getting angry, however (angrier than he already is), won't help. Instead, he sets the mug of tea aside and encourages Jayce to lean into him, even down on to his lap if he wants. For lack of anything to say, Viktor starts carding a hand through his hair, soothing, even if his furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth are anything but.

"It's not your fault."

Once Jayce can actually focus and do something, it will be helpful for him too, but he is frozen with no way out of it just yet. He is trying very hard to keep breathing and not get sick, that's top of his list of concerns, panicking and throwing up, so if he just stares off into space for a few minutes, he should be okay, okay? Okay. He wants to be helpful, he wants to be there for Viktor, but he feels locked into his head and body.

What does help is being moved. Jayce goes with it passively, Viktor's warm and familiar body is reassuring. Putting his head in his lap is exactly what he would have done if he was actively seeking comfort, so to just be offered it makes him relax a little. It makes him flash back to Mel, to when he was losing his mind over Viktor's illness, and she let him put his head in her lap and hold her hand. He had to do it for her, but she kindly allowed it. It is nice for Viktor to just do it, and his fingers in his hair are deeply soothing.

Jayce finally reacts more and closes his eyes, leaning into Viktor's touch. He sighs at the words and feels so tired. "I know you want me to believe that. I know you're angry. I know it's frustrating." He sounds emotionless, detached, not a Jayce habit. "I wish I was different too." He wonders how life would be if he was different, a lot easier, so much easier.

"You can be upset if you want, I can hear you." His hearing isn't the problem. The feelings will come back slowly, he hopes, although it could come all at once, and he'll have to deal with it when they do.

He sort of gets it, he thinks. Of course Jayce doesn't want to be shutting down at a time like this. Clearly this is something he can't control. Still, Viktor can't help but boggle about Jayce's ability to make this about him, and his shortcomings, when the actual task they were given at the party is so far from his mind. Who cares who did or didn't activate their device? That had no bearing on what Thorne chose to do. That's what Viktor is angry about.

"I like you exactly as you are," he says, and there's an edge to his voice that indicates he is not necessarily willing to entertain another referendum on Jayce's flaws, not when everything that's happened is so much bigger than the both of them.

Still, he continues to offer Jayce physical comfort, the grounding action of running fingers through his hair, even as his tone betrays his anger.

"I'm not going to let you sit here and blame yourself for something that isn't about you in the least. We have work to do."

Jayce struggles to find the words to explain because he is so tired, his feelings are being locked up tightly, and he knows it'll break apart soon. He doesn't even flinch from Viktor's anger, wondering if he should just shut his eyes and go to sleep. His brain is foggy. He focuses, tries to focus, takes Viktor's other hand in his.

"It's not about the bug," he manages to say. Yes, he hates himself because of the bug, but if it was about him hating himself, it would just be another day. Jayce's self-hatred is a pretty regular concern, but he does not go into a fetal position because of it. That's what the rage room is for.

"Do you remember my nightmare, when it was repeating?" Okay that forms in his mind and he is relieved because he thinks it could make sense. He feels like he is swimming closer to it. Almost there. "I got stuck. I'm stuck. It's repeating, all of the things are repeating. The bridge, the factory, my mother lying in the snow, I couldn't make it stop so I stopped." Does that make sense? It's as much sense as he is going to make right then. "I need time to make it stop, you don't have to stay."

Viktor is pretty sure it's at least partially about the bug, but Jayce elaborates further and it starts to make sense. He's still uncertain of what he can do, but for now it seems that simply being here with him is enough, even as Jayce does his best to resist any affirmation that being here is what Viktor wants.

"I want to stay." He's not sure how he can make that more clear, and of course it hurts to know that Jayce thinks he's some kind of burden, especially in the face of Viktor's own problems. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I'm going to stay."

None of this is something that he can fix, he thinks, but at the very least, Jayce shouldn't have to go through it alone.

"You are a good boyfriend. I'm going to try."

Try to wake up, he means. Honestly Jayce doesn't know how it happened or how to stop it. It doesn't make logical sense, he knows that much, so much of it is him guessing and reacting emotionally. There aren't words he has for what this is. But if he is going to be a good boyfriend too, he has to force himself out of it.

Jayce lets the soothing brush of Viktor's fingers grounds him. He breathes slowly but calmly. He opens his eyes to look at the room, their apartment, their bed. So he knows where he is and that it's real, this is what's real, not his memories. The cold is in his head, his mother is alive, Viktor is warm. He can hear commotion outside because obviously it's tense and a lot is going on. That could be disturbing, but at least it's real.

Details fill in around them and he focuses on his satchel. Bigger on the inside. He knows there are books in it, two from Kell, he has to work on enchantments. He's going to make them for Geralt. He flinches, Geralt reminds him of Jaskier, but that's fine, it's for Ciri too. He pictures the covers of the books and he had flipped through them already. By the time he thought about what spells he would need, the room is the room again.

He sits up abruptly, his head swimming but this time with emotions he'd been ignoring, and Jayce stands up, before his stomach roils.

"I think I might be sick." He definitely feels a little nauseated right then but he is better at it now and swallows it down. Thinking about the bridge is definitely going to make that happen, so he doesn't think about it. "Fuck." He feels the horror more than the anger right now.

"We have to go to Libertas."

"Okay. I'm not going anywhere."

Just in case Jayce needs the extra reassurance. Viktor waits patiently, combing fingers through his hair and watching him breathe. He still isn't sure what he's dealing with, exactly, but Viktor has seen this before--shellshocked Undercity denizens in the aftermath of a chemspill or a mine collapse. He hasn't exactly thought of Jayce's history as containing comparable traumas, but now that he thinks about it, of course it does. Watching the flames overtake Libertas surely must have set him off.

All he can really do is wait, providing as grounding a presence as he can until Jayce starts to shift on his lap and seems to come back to himself over the course of a few long moments. When the first thing he does is announce that he's going to be sick, Viktor withdraws his hands and recoils a little. Throwing up from anxiety is his job, thanks.

Jayce manages to hold it in, and the announces what they need to be doing, leaving Viktor looking a little bewildered. "Yes, Jayce. We need to go to Libertas--that's what I've been saying."

Despite how bizarre and unsettling it was, now that Jayce's brain has pieced itself together, he thinks it was probably for the best. Otherwise he might have gotten sick in front of everyone and struggled with a very public panic attack at a time when it would've been both embarrassing and alarming. He really didn't want to do something like that in front of everyone else, Jayce will always care about appearances a little bit.

The grim question is if there will be a Libertas for them to find, and he really has to hope so. Jayce will have to really steel himself for when they go so this doesn't freeze him again, there is no doubt that he will see some things that set him off, but being able to do something helps. They can't do anything now. He still feels that rush of helplessness.

"I know, love, I heard you. I agree."

He did hear it, he heard everything Viktor said, it was just very far away at the time. Jayce feels that instant surge of guilt when he realizes what Viktor just had to deal with, he's always afraid of being a burden. That guilt mixes with the guilt fixed on Jaskier, so it's no wonder his stomach feels uneasy.

"I'm really sorry about what happened, but I'm here now."

Jayce kind of hopes that he doesn't have to talk about it, it's not as if he has the answers. It's something that happened when he was younger and eventually he just stopped. He crosses to the satchel so he can take the books out and put them on the shelf, since thinking about them helped him focus. He avoids looking at Viktor, embarrassed already.

"They won't let us probably until they're sure if it's ground troops as well as an air attack, but there has to be relief work allowed soon."

Viktor still watches Jayce with some uncertainty, like he isn’t sure whether or not he’s fully snapped out of it. His touch lingers on his shoulder until Jayce is out of reach, and even then Viktor rises from the bed to stay in his space, hovering close to him until he’s sure the moment has passed.

“Don’t—don’t apologize.” He thinks he’s made it clear that Jayce doesn’t need to do that, especially not when they have other things to focus on and work to do. He doesn’t particularly care whether or not the government will let them go to Libertas—Viktor has never been one to follow the rules, when he knows the rules are wrong.

Now that Jayce seems to have returned to himself, Viktor wastes no time in making his feelings known, the anger creeping back into his voice.

“I don’t care whether or not they let us. There are people there who need our help. We need to be making preparations now.”

Jayce feels like it's better to brush by it at this point and if Viktor wants to do that too, good. It's really not that important in comparison. He will just have to find distractions when they get closer to the calamity, it's easier when he will be able to do something. He brushes his hands over his face again and through his hair, his heart racing, his mind racing. He isn't frozen again, he's just thinking.

"I'm confident they will ask us for help, they can't be stingy with volunteers." He wonders if there will be an undercurrent too of the Summoned being seen as to blame for not doing the bugs correctly. Which still hangs over him, no matter how he pretends otherwise. So requesting them to help is only fair, but they're going to be there anyway.

"What preparations are you thinking?" The satchel clear of Kell's books means that he can fill it soon with bandages, poultices, he'll have to ask Nadine about her thoughts. Jayce picks up his notepad and flips to a clean page, glancing over to Viktor and ready to write down their thoughts as they come. Sometimes that's how they did it in the lab, just throwing ideas and putting them on a blackboard.

Viktor isn’t going to let this go—he’ll want to talk about it later, but given the unprecedented situation, he needs to prioritize. It’s likely that they’ll be barred from going to Libertas right away, but that doesn’t mean they should sit idle. Luckily, Jayce’s moment seems to have passed and they can get to work, which is what Viktor always wants to be doing.

“It would be stupid of them to kidnap us here and refuse our help when it’s most needed.”

Now, with real war finally looming, Viktor is pessimistic about what the government wants from them. He’s glad, at least, that he hasn’t provided them with any innovations that will further the war effort, now that it seems to be a reality. Viktor is all business.

“We should contact Nadine. I imagine she’ll be assembling supplies. Any tools we can offer should be consolidated and prepared for transport.”

He's not there.

Kell vanishes to the Horizon the first moment they get let go. The first moment he knows he's alone and unobserved. Hopes he's unobserved. Everything he thought about this city, everything he thought he knew, his plans... all went down in those distant flames. He's still unable to tame his fury or even comprehend what in the name of all the saints has just happened.
The inability to do anything, the inadvisability to even say something for the very real fear of retaliation from this absolutely mad woman. It's physically painful. But there's one thing he can do.

He can at least check for Jayce.

But he's not there. Not immediately, not the first day, not the second... only Rio, and she looks distressed. Kell tries to tell himself that the very fact she is there, that Jayce's and Victor's domain exists, is a sign he - they - must be alive. It doesn't help much. Only, a little.

So when finally Rio leads him somewhere, to a lush, green field with a gentle breeze and warm sun. An image of a perfect day. Kell just drops on the grass near Jayce in sheer exhaustion.

"How are you? How's Victor?"

He has many more questions, but those are the only words he's able to say. It feels wrong to interrupt his friend's meditation, but he needs to know. Or he's going to start planning a fucking regicide ... as stupid and dangerous as this would have been, and he's a lousy assassin.

"My guess is they need to secure the area first and estimate the damage before allowing all the rescue and relief, and then they will."

It is exactly what Jayce himself would have recommended. And that is coming from someone who has never actually prepared or trained for this, but pure common sense. He was forced to become a strategist right away, and he probably would be very good at it given some time. He just didn't want this kind of experience again.

Jayce takes a moment to breathe in deeply and let it out. He is going to need to do that regularly over the next few days and weeks. "I guess it's a good thing I'm a well-trained healer and medic now." Nadine has more experience with emergency aid and the potion and poultice side, but he learned how to heal serious wounds for Viktor. And now it's going to be probably what he's actually needed for.

"I'm thinking we're going to need tools. If there's rubble and damaged buildings, shovels and crowbars will be necessary, maybe saws for the hospital." For something gruesome, but also, there are a lot of other uses. He has no doubt the military has their own collections, but it will be all hands on deck. Or it should be. Jayce writes down all of this, not that they need a list.

Jayce might have gone into the Horizon sooner if he knew people would be worried, but he also had a very difficult time right after the attack happened. He sort of froze entirely and it took a little time to shake him out of it, so those first few days, he was dazed. Not in a good headspace.

They have been working nonstop on preparing for the relief work to Libertas, getting supplies together, making tools, and he's been filling up his bigger-on-the-inside satchel with whatever they'll need to walk through with. It will be any day now that they get to go. So right then, magical focus is the most he can do.

Like usual he can sense when someone is in their space so by the time Kell sits next to him, he isn't startled. But even here, despite people can appear and be whatever they want in the Horizon, Jayce looks worn out. Harried. The meditation room is as calming as possible. He doesn't mind the distraction and Kell must have been worried.

"We're not good," he admits, honestly. Sometimes Jayce really tries to put a pleasant face on for others or seem optimistic, but it would be really out of tune and it's also not the truth. "They're letting us go probably tomorrow, for relief work. It's ... apparently it's very bad there." Jayce can't really prepare for how bad.

“Ridiculous. That we have so much to offer them and they would delay our arrival.”

But this is Viktor’s frustration talking. He knows, of course, that search and rescue efforts should be left to professionals, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to sit idle. That’s what makes him angriest—-feeling useless, unable to help the people who need it. Who knows how many will die before they allow the Summoned to bring their talents and technology to Libertas? Is it egotistical of him, to think that they’re uniquely positioned to help?

He’s so powerless. And this isn’t even touching on the fact that war will be unavoidable, now. Jayce starts to take notes and Viktor’s gaze lingers on him for a long moment. Foolish, to think that they could simply have each other, uncomplicated by politics and the threat of violence. Even here, it’s inescapable.

He wants to reach out and make contact. Stabilize himself. Viktor closes the distance and rests a hand on Jayce’s shoulder.

“If the Free Cities choose to retaliate, we need to prepare for that as well.”

Jayce doesn't say what he is thinking, which is that it's the right thing to do, for people who know the area and are trained in this to go in first. He assumes that intellectually Viktor knows that and he's just venting, which is perfectly reasonable. He is relieved when Viktor comes closer and touches him, it's always better when they have contact.

Jayce sets the notebook down and slips an arm around Viktor's waist, closing the space between them. He simply holds him for now, letting the intimacy curl around them and bring some comfort, even a small amount. They can't control the world around them and never could, but they still have each other. He cups Viktor's face and gently runs his thumb along the high cheekbone.

"They're going to, it's probably already been decided. They've been prepared for this a long time." Jayce has some guesses about what is going to happen next. Who knew he would end up with a good mind for these things? But he doesn't want to. He just wants to focus on what they can actually do.

"We can't do anything about that, but we will be able to do something about Libertas, V." They don't have any authority, any say over the military. Search and rescue is the only option in front of them.

“We need to decide what that means for us.”

They’ve been very careful, so far, only proposing and building equipment in line with what’s mostly available in Cadens, and taking steps to ensure anything they do build cannot be weaponized. Now that war seems imminent, Viktor thinks it’s only a matter of time before the government calls on the Summoned to fulfill what he assumes to be their purpose. For them, it likely means being made to build weapons.

Jayce’s touch, though grounding, does little to calm him. He tries, leaning in, stroking at Jayce’s hair, but he’s simply too angry.

“We’ll go to Libertas as soon as we’re able. Do what we can. Then what?”

"We've been careful, the only weapons they think we can make as of right now are blades, and any blacksmith can do that. We can play dumb."

Jayce and Viktor have consciously been making things that always stay under the radar as perhaps very inventive but generally reasonable items. He doubts that they will be in constant or high demand outside of possibly making blades, but Lee has more power and authority there than he does.

"But that can't be said about Sam's wings. It exposes all of us."

Which he has a feeling Sam will want to use for this. Jayce and Viktor have helped with the project but since it is technically Sam and Tony's end result, they don't have say over it. But Jayce wants it clear between the two of them that he thinks it's a mistake. They always knew it was possible they could be weaponized by Cadens but that's when war was still just a far away concept. And if they're capable of making those, they can make other things.

"Doing what we can isn't a one-and-done situation. They'll need long-term assistance, we can focus our energy on that." They are more capable than many about coming up with solutions once the search and rescue are done. It won't be the end. He kisses Viktor's forehead. "We can't stop them, V."

“Tony thinks it’s worth it,” he says, waving a hand dismissively, his tone of voice more-or-less saying it all. Viktor understands the inclination to use everything at their disposal to save as many lives as possible, but the trade off will be that the military will know about the wing technology, and stand to gain from it. That seems like a decision Tony is much better at navigating, given the fact that he used to build weapons himself, something Viktor still struggles with.

No, they can’t stop them. That’s always been true——it’s just staring them in the face, now. Viktor can’t even be comforted by physical affection, too wound up and angry about what he knows is coming.

“They’re going to force us, you know. To build weapons for them. That’s why we’re here, that’s—-that’s what this has always been about.”

And, once again, he’d been naive. Grown complacent. Thought, perhaps, that Thorne and the Free Cities would be too afraid of mutually-assured destruction.

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