Viktor jumps on the offered comfort. Rather, he settles into it, letting himself be pulled to sit on Luther's leg. He wraps his arms around his brother and hugs tight. Tears prick at Viktor's eyes. He buries his face between his own arm and Luther's neck. There are no sobs to be heard, just a quiet couple of moments where he can safely feel terrible with comfort present and little possibility of collateral damage.
"It's okay," Viktor says, swiping at his eyes before loosing his arms from around his brother. A small, sad smile in thanks, a squeeze of his arm in solidarity, and Viktor shifts himself to the adjacent chair. He takes a breath. Where to begin?
"Hargreeves tricked us," Viktor begins on a sigh, pitying for all of them. He drags his eyes from his own hands and looks up at Luther. "There were no seven bells to safety. We were the bells. He needed 7 of us to... I don't know, start up this machine he said was left there by whoever created the universe." Viktor swallows here, because somehow, this sounds infinitely crazier than everything that came before.
Viktor's voice is quiet, now. "It was... Luther it was so painful." His voice breaks over the last word. "It felt like every atom in my body was being ripped through my throat, one by one. We were dying. Like what I did to those FBI agents and all of you times a thousand." Though he talks of apocalypses past like he's reading from a history book, the pain and regret pools I'm his gaze, pulling his eyes to the wood grain of the table under his hands.
"I should have stopped it. I tried at first..." Until he didn't. Until he could see enough of a glimpse of his sister in her imploring eyes to trust her. Another decision made on his own, without consulting the others. But anyone would have done the same. Wouldn't they?
"Then I woke up back here, like this." Is he losing his mind? That's the pained, frantic thing in his eyes when he finally looks back over at Luther.
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Date: 2022-07-13 06:49 am (UTC)"It's okay," Viktor says, swiping at his eyes before loosing his arms from around his brother. A small, sad smile in thanks, a squeeze of his arm in solidarity, and Viktor shifts himself to the adjacent chair. He takes a breath. Where to begin?
"Hargreeves tricked us," Viktor begins on a sigh, pitying for all of them. He drags his eyes from his own hands and looks up at Luther. "There were no seven bells to safety. We were the bells. He needed 7 of us to... I don't know, start up this machine he said was left there by whoever created the universe." Viktor swallows here, because somehow, this sounds infinitely crazier than everything that came before.
Viktor's voice is quiet, now. "It was... Luther it was so painful." His voice breaks over the last word. "It felt like every atom in my body was being ripped through my throat, one by one. We were dying. Like what I did to those FBI agents and all of you times a thousand." Though he talks of apocalypses past like he's reading from a history book, the pain and regret pools I'm his gaze, pulling his eyes to the wood grain of the table under his hands.
"I should have stopped it. I tried at first..." Until he didn't. Until he could see enough of a glimpse of his sister in her imploring eyes to trust her. Another decision made on his own, without consulting the others. But anyone would have done the same. Wouldn't they?
"Then I woke up back here, like this." Is he losing his mind? That's the pained, frantic thing in his eyes when he finally looks back over at Luther.