They'll keep an eye on the plant over the course of the evening--Viktor still doesn't expect the effect to last, but they're in much better place than they were when they started. Still, there's so much that could go wrong.

"I wish we didn't have to." It's working--the Hexcore is working, and they're going to have to destroy it as soon as they know it won't have an adverse effect on him, simply because of the government. For as much as Viktor knows that the Hexcore could do immeasurable good, the risk of keeping it active when it will most certainly be co-opted by the military is too great. He understands that now, but it still stings. His life's work, existing for so brief a time, and helping only him. "Think of everything we could do with it."

Jayce's hand is heavy and familiar on his shoulder, but this time he doesn't stay where he is. He leans into it, shifting his weight until he's tucked himself under Jayce's arm, enjoying the small comfort in the fact that he doesn't have to stop himself, anymore. "I'm sorry. I should be glad for this. We're so close."