You have done so enough, my friend. How I wish I had time to tell you all the stories I could, before our time was up... to hear as many as I could from you, so that I could remember them into eternity...
You are... easy, to talk to. To listen to.
[The grip feels so weak against the armor of his hands. So fragile and unfamiliar to the touch of the metal he is used to. But he still lets himself grip them gently.]
To want to belong... I would say it transcends beyond humanity alone, Viktor.
You will always have a place with us. And you will continue to have one with us all, myself included, no matter where your heart chooses to roam.
[A beat.
He glances off towards the docks, just briefly - down to the cane, still discarded - before letting his eyes settle back to Viktor.]
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You are... easy, to talk to. To listen to.
[The grip feels so weak against the armor of his hands. So fragile and unfamiliar to the touch of the metal he is used to. But he still lets himself grip them gently.]
To want to belong... I would say it transcends beyond humanity alone, Viktor.
You will always have a place with us. And you will continue to have one with us all, myself included, no matter where your heart chooses to roam.
[A beat.
He glances off towards the docks, just briefly - down to the cane, still discarded - before letting his eyes settle back to Viktor.]
...So I ask you.
May I walk you home?