Viktor is, of course, at the observation deck. He has somehow managed to draw a chair over, or maybe this one was already there, so he can sit instead of stand closer to the glass. The crutch is resting against his chest and shoulder.
But he seems a bit strange. He's sitting like a hunched statue, his eyes staring distantly through the conservatory, unblinking. The staring is focused, intense, and he doesn't seem to be really looking at anything present. Past it. Entered the mind palace.
But Shoma's words snap him into focus and he looks over.]
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Viktor is, of course, at the observation deck. He has somehow managed to draw a chair over, or maybe this one was already there, so he can sit instead of stand closer to the glass. The crutch is resting against his chest and shoulder.
But he seems a bit strange. He's sitting like a hunched statue, his eyes staring distantly through the conservatory, unblinking. The staring is focused, intense, and he doesn't seem to be really looking at anything present. Past it. Entered the mind palace.
But Shoma's words snap him into focus and he looks over.]
It's beginning to be expected, yes.