[There’s silence for a long moment as they stare at each other, Viktor unsure whether she’s all right and Samus entirely distrustful of something so inhuman blocking the way out. Viktor himself isn’t used to being regarded with suspicion or fear—he’s not used to being regarded at all.
So there’s a moment where he doesn’t seem to get it. Then, he seems to have a realization, taking a few steps back so that she can leave.]
Are you hurt?
[His voice sounds like several layered on top of each other, deep and metallic in tone—and curiously, accented. Viktor’s shoulders hunch, slightly, as if trying to make himself smaller.]
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So there’s a moment where he doesn’t seem to get it. Then, he seems to have a realization, taking a few steps back so that she can leave.]
Are you hurt?
[His voice sounds like several layered on top of each other, deep and metallic in tone—and curiously, accented. Viktor’s shoulders hunch, slightly, as if trying to make himself smaller.]
I won’t harm you.