[Hey, stop that with the faces. Palamedes' gaze sliiiides away and he takes another sip of the tea, like, ahem. Maybe so. Now two Viktors are on his case about the soul tearing problem... jeez...]
He was fairly insistent, in the end.
[A feeble defense of his own angry cyborg? Is this an agreement or a vague allusion to how they made out about it a little, who can say. It's both. God, does he want to go back to his own Trench.
But in the meantime, hmm. Stop, it's saccharine.]
I've always wanted to be married. [So the other him, too, is of course implied.] Don't ask me why; it's not as if that mattered much to anyone on the Sixth, for obvious reasons. But I've always thought about it at least somewhat.
[He... does not pursue the thought of if he's a worthwhile marriage prospect now, given The Circumstances. Yuck @ himself.]
The other Viktor hates it when I tell him any of the poetry. [you know. in the gay bickering way.]
no subject
He was fairly insistent, in the end.
[A feeble defense of his own angry cyborg? Is this an agreement or a vague allusion to how they made out about it a little, who can say. It's both. God, does he want to go back to his own Trench.
But in the meantime, hmm. Stop, it's saccharine.]
I've always wanted to be married. [So the other him, too, is of course implied.] Don't ask me why; it's not as if that mattered much to anyone on the Sixth, for obvious reasons. But I've always thought about it at least somewhat.
[He... does not pursue the thought of if he's a worthwhile marriage prospect now, given The Circumstances. Yuck @ himself.]
The other Viktor hates it when I tell him any of the poetry. [you know. in the gay bickering way.]