[What flashes through Viktor's mind is brief but overwhelming. The brightest neon purple imaginable, flicking between white and the darkness of the void. Dust scattered on the floor. A thing pulses- the hexcore- spiny and throbbing. All of that in less than a moment. Instinctively, Viktor reaches up to his nostril, feeling to see if any blood is dripping. Not this time.
He isn't sure what Bruno can feel or sense via this connection they have. Does he get full insights, or just emotions? Will he feel the panic and shame and guilt, or be able to have seen that horrible memory himself? The latter is too much to consider. Viktor avoids eye contact.]
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He isn't sure what Bruno can feel or sense via this connection they have. Does he get full insights, or just emotions? Will he feel the panic and shame and guilt, or be able to have seen that horrible memory himself? The latter is too much to consider. Viktor avoids eye contact.]
You met me at a very strange time in my life.