"Nothing. You don't have to do anything. I'm tired."
Of course, such a suggestion is ridiculous. Viktor is vaguely aware of this, but not enough to will himself to stop.
To his credit, he doesn't physically resist being carried, bruising as it is to his pride. It’s possible he doesn’t have it in him to fight back beyond making his displeasure known verbally, though even that’s enough for Jayce to release him, setting him down gently. Viktor leans heavily against him, practically willing himself to put one foot in front of the other. How is he supposed to choose, when each direction seems equally as dark as the other?
“They both look the same to me,” he says, feeling more like dead weight than anything else. “If this is the work of the Singularity, I’m not sure there’s anything we can do. You can sit down with me.”
And wait, for whatever it is that's going to happen.
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Of course, such a suggestion is ridiculous. Viktor is vaguely aware of this, but not enough to will himself to stop.
To his credit, he doesn't physically resist being carried, bruising as it is to his pride. It’s possible he doesn’t have it in him to fight back beyond making his displeasure known verbally, though even that’s enough for Jayce to release him, setting him down gently. Viktor leans heavily against him, practically willing himself to put one foot in front of the other. How is he supposed to choose, when each direction seems equally as dark as the other?
“They both look the same to me,” he says, feeling more like dead weight than anything else. “If this is the work of the Singularity, I’m not sure there’s anything we can do. You can sit down with me.”
And wait, for whatever it is that's going to happen.