He's still him... yes. Viktor can tell this, he feels his interiority well intact. Even if the shell around him is different, his self is the same.
Or, rather, going through a natural metamorphosis. As any would when faced with reckoning with such a drastic change. He looks to his hand and rolls his fingers, turns his wrist over to see both sides. Shimmer purple. Metal. Flesh that looks more like raw tendons. Energy glowing and pulsing beneath rather than the flow of veins and blood. The whole rest of his body much the same, a naked display of magic. Viktor isn't the type to feel shyness over, only fascination as a hand trails his own chest, feeling along the ridges of where his back brace seems to have fused into and fortified his ribs cage.
"I'm afraid... you are still the only one who will see me for who I am, Jayce."
The still is important. It had been a lifetime of people underestimating, looking down on, and pitying Viktor. He ignored it, did not let it deter him from his pursuits. All he had needed was belief in himself. Then, he had Jayce, who saw beneath the exterior factors and circumstance, to who Viktor really was. Only Jayce understood with full faith, seeing Viktor as a brilliant mind and a good soul. Now, what will others believe he is? A monster? Dangerous?
A weapon?
"A constant in a sea of variables." He mutters, still speaking of Jayce. He is reliable, when everything else swirls out of control. At least, Viktor would believe so, if he hadn't had his wishes betrayed.
"Until now..." It stings something in him to consider that no, even Jayce is a messy, wild, inconsistency. Looking again to the crutch, it has twisted fully into something else, more a staff. Riddled with natural pattern, than the precisely measured and crafted, man made implement it was before.
"... I don't think... I should touch anything here,"
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Date: 2024-12-23 04:51 pm (UTC)Or, rather, going through a natural metamorphosis. As any would when faced with reckoning with such a drastic change. He looks to his hand and rolls his fingers, turns his wrist over to see both sides. Shimmer purple. Metal. Flesh that looks more like raw tendons. Energy glowing and pulsing beneath rather than the flow of veins and blood. The whole rest of his body much the same, a naked display of magic. Viktor isn't the type to feel shyness over, only fascination as a hand trails his own chest, feeling along the ridges of where his back brace seems to have fused into and fortified his ribs cage.
"I'm afraid... you are still the only one who will see me for who I am, Jayce."
The still is important. It had been a lifetime of people underestimating, looking down on, and pitying Viktor. He ignored it, did not let it deter him from his pursuits. All he had needed was belief in himself. Then, he had Jayce, who saw beneath the exterior factors and circumstance, to who Viktor really was. Only Jayce understood with full faith, seeing Viktor as a brilliant mind and a good soul. Now, what will others believe he is? A monster? Dangerous?
A weapon?
"A constant in a sea of variables." He mutters, still speaking of Jayce. He is reliable, when everything else swirls out of control. At least, Viktor would believe so, if he hadn't had his wishes betrayed.
"Until now..." It stings something in him to consider that no, even Jayce is a messy, wild, inconsistency. Looking again to the crutch, it has twisted fully into something else, more a staff. Riddled with natural pattern, than the precisely measured and crafted, man made implement it was before.
"... I don't think... I should touch anything here,"