[Viktor waits. He accepts the vehicle on recommendation, but doesn't venture out towards Panorama, not wanting to miss Jayce if and when he arrives. And he has time now. With no real need for food or sleep, he imagines this could go on for as long as he cares to stay. Maybe it's not out of the question that the people who run this place will kick him out eventually--so his solution to that is to disappear into the scrapyard.
He has the thought that he could simply remain here like a motionless statue, seated in the piles of rusty parts and old vehicles, wandering inside his own mind. If there's even a slight chance Jayce is here, or will arrive in this place, Viktor cannot miss it. The thought of being separated after everything is nearly unbearable.
So, in the days where Jayce wanders Panorama, Viktor withdraws to his psychic plane, his body left no different than the hollowed-out machines that surround him. But the Hexzone, too, is empty, the minds under his purview released somewhere out into the universe. That in itself should be relieving, if not for the fact that Jayce is absent, too.
After a few days, though, he feels it. Viktor isn't sure if it's proximity, or if he's finally becoming re-oriented, but the flicker of familiarity across the otherwise empty cosmos flares like an alarm. He knows what it is, and with every passing moment the connection becomes stronger, closer, until Viktor comes back to his own body and finally finds what he's been searching for.]
Jayce.
[That's all there is to say, really. He pulls himself up, metal joints groaning back to life, long strides making it easy for him to meet Jayce in the middle.]
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He has the thought that he could simply remain here like a motionless statue, seated in the piles of rusty parts and old vehicles, wandering inside his own mind. If there's even a slight chance Jayce is here, or will arrive in this place, Viktor cannot miss it. The thought of being separated after everything is nearly unbearable.
So, in the days where Jayce wanders Panorama, Viktor withdraws to his psychic plane, his body left no different than the hollowed-out machines that surround him. But the Hexzone, too, is empty, the minds under his purview released somewhere out into the universe. That in itself should be relieving, if not for the fact that Jayce is absent, too.
After a few days, though, he feels it. Viktor isn't sure if it's proximity, or if he's finally becoming re-oriented, but the flicker of familiarity across the otherwise empty cosmos flares like an alarm. He knows what it is, and with every passing moment the connection becomes stronger, closer, until Viktor comes back to his own body and finally finds what he's been searching for.]
Jayce.
[That's all there is to say, really. He pulls himself up, metal joints groaning back to life, long strides making it easy for him to meet Jayce in the middle.]
I waited for you.