[Viktor shuffles in another few steps, though he still seems a bit tentative, as if he doesn't want to commit to a full-on intrusion. He'll take cues from Jayce, at least to start, but he's always been unapologetic about speaking his mind. He can certainly do that from the entryway.
This forge, unfortunately, exists in the real world and the whole room is sweltering. He stops himself, again, from making a comment about Jayce's lack of safety protocols, when it comes to working without protective equipment, but that feels like it would be hypocritical, at this point. Still, Viktor's eyes travel over him, buying him just a few more seconds while he works up the nerve to say his piece. After a moment, he begins--measured, practiced.]
I've been unkind to you. Not just about this, but about other things, as well. You're allowed to be upset with me.
[The last thing he wants is for anyone to treat him differently, or fail to hold him responsible. Viktor has just spent so long expecting other people to disappoint him that sometimes it's easier to preempt it, and his mistake (or one of them, anyway) had been counting Jayce among those people. He's still not sure he's ready forgive his actions as part of the Council, but he can at least admit that he was wrong, to lie.
There's no manual, when it comes to figuring out how to grieve for yourself. He'd become so singularly focused on his breakthrough, so embittered by the fact that everyone else seemed so ready to mourn him, that all he could think was that he needed to do everything he possibly could to stay alive. In doing so, he'd missed what he already had.]
In my urgency to save myself, I didn't consider the possible repercussions of my actions. What it would have done to you, if I'd failed and left you to deal with the aftermath.
[Viktor rarely apologies--he's usually too self-assured, too convinced that he is logical and level-headed and correct in any given situation, but he's seen the memory. He apparently went ahead with the procedure, and something went wrong, and then he'd asked Jayce to destroy the Hexcore and let him die.]
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This forge, unfortunately, exists in the real world and the whole room is sweltering. He stops himself, again, from making a comment about Jayce's lack of safety protocols, when it comes to working without protective equipment, but that feels like it would be hypocritical, at this point. Still, Viktor's eyes travel over him, buying him just a few more seconds while he works up the nerve to say his piece. After a moment, he begins--measured, practiced.]
I've been unkind to you. Not just about this, but about other things, as well. You're allowed to be upset with me.
[The last thing he wants is for anyone to treat him differently, or fail to hold him responsible. Viktor has just spent so long expecting other people to disappoint him that sometimes it's easier to preempt it, and his mistake (or one of them, anyway) had been counting Jayce among those people. He's still not sure he's ready forgive his actions as part of the Council, but he can at least admit that he was wrong, to lie.
There's no manual, when it comes to figuring out how to grieve for yourself. He'd become so singularly focused on his breakthrough, so embittered by the fact that everyone else seemed so ready to mourn him, that all he could think was that he needed to do everything he possibly could to stay alive. In doing so, he'd missed what he already had.]
In my urgency to save myself, I didn't consider the possible repercussions of my actions. What it would have done to you, if I'd failed and left you to deal with the aftermath.
[Viktor rarely apologies--he's usually too self-assured, too convinced that he is logical and level-headed and correct in any given situation, but he's seen the memory. He apparently went ahead with the procedure, and something went wrong, and then he'd asked Jayce to destroy the Hexcore and let him die.]
This was unfair of me. I'm sorry, Jayce.