"On the contrary, I think it might be fun to watch you compete for my attention."
Viktor prides himself on not being the jealous type, but he does sound smug at the prospect, knowing how singularly focused Jayce can be. Of course, all of this is just a hypothetical, even if the idea of the summoning ritual--of infinite universes and a possible way to harness various timelines--percolates in the back of Viktor's mind. The joke makes it easy to downplay (Viktor certainly does not want or need multiple Jayces; one is enough), but he makes a little hm to himself, regardless.
Then, it's time for breakfast. Viktor puts a piece of toast on each plate, then divides the eggs evenly on top of them, then the grilled tomatoes. He finishes with a bit of salt and pepper and olive oil, then begins the delicate balancing act of transporting the plates to the table one at a time. Once everything is safely in front of Jayce, he sinks into his chair, offering a smile.
"Their admonishment of us was performative." Evidenced by the fact that they took all of his work, or what they could find of it, for themselves. Viktor is sure that they sent the letter because they had to, not because they had any moral objections to what they were doing. It was simply too groundbreaking. "Now they won't be able to deny it, not after we found the island."
If Viktor sounds pleased with himself, it's because he is, though there's some disdain in his voice, reserved for the government. He takes a generous bite of toast, then continues with his mouth full. "Neither of those projects will take me long. It's all half-finished anyway." Which means that soon, it will be on to bigger and better things. "How is your breakfast?"
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Date: 2023-04-13 12:04 am (UTC)Viktor prides himself on not being the jealous type, but he does sound smug at the prospect, knowing how singularly focused Jayce can be. Of course, all of this is just a hypothetical, even if the idea of the summoning ritual--of infinite universes and a possible way to harness various timelines--percolates in the back of Viktor's mind. The joke makes it easy to downplay (Viktor certainly does not want or need multiple Jayces; one is enough), but he makes a little hm to himself, regardless.
Then, it's time for breakfast. Viktor puts a piece of toast on each plate, then divides the eggs evenly on top of them, then the grilled tomatoes. He finishes with a bit of salt and pepper and olive oil, then begins the delicate balancing act of transporting the plates to the table one at a time. Once everything is safely in front of Jayce, he sinks into his chair, offering a smile.
"Their admonishment of us was performative." Evidenced by the fact that they took all of his work, or what they could find of it, for themselves. Viktor is sure that they sent the letter because they had to, not because they had any moral objections to what they were doing. It was simply too groundbreaking. "Now they won't be able to deny it, not after we found the island."
If Viktor sounds pleased with himself, it's because he is, though there's some disdain in his voice, reserved for the government. He takes a generous bite of toast, then continues with his mouth full. "Neither of those projects will take me long. It's all half-finished anyway." Which means that soon, it will be on to bigger and better things. "How is your breakfast?"