Guilt, shame, wild nausea washes over him. An hour ago he was staring out his third floor window, looking down on the Purge like those days were behind him. No fear, only pity. Things change so quickly.
Hargreeveses judge -- mostly each other. Those present have repaired their relationships, but the past lurks. To be met with no judgement, no tinge of fear repairs a couple of his senses. Viktor pushes himself to his feet.
"Thanks." He huffs through the adrenaline as the tone of his skin warms. Hands make another useless pass against the thighs of his jeans. "Same to you."
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Date: 2024-11-09 08:17 am (UTC)Hargreeveses judge -- mostly each other. Those present have repaired their relationships, but the past lurks. To be met with no judgement, no tinge of fear repairs a couple of his senses. Viktor pushes himself to his feet.
"Thanks." He huffs through the adrenaline as the tone of his skin warms. Hands make another useless pass against the thighs of his jeans. "Same to you."