[viktor nods, a small frown as he watches the figure of jayce vanish into his own lighthouse. a trap does seem likely, at this point, and though his grip tightens on knife nothing seems particularly aggressive. yet.]
Do you see those? [he asks quietly, nodding his head towards the corner of his vision. most of the figures have had a form but some now seem just dark, the distinct feeling of eyes prickling down his neck. every instinct he honed in the undercity screams danger, like walking the alleys muggers haunted, like keeping his head down when the chemrunners or enforcers moved by.
ill intent, he'd call it.] We should keep moving, I think. Surely there is a way to escape this... dream or vision.
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Do you see those? [he asks quietly, nodding his head towards the corner of his vision. most of the figures have had a form but some now seem just dark, the distinct feeling of eyes prickling down his neck. every instinct he honed in the undercity screams danger, like walking the alleys muggers haunted, like keeping his head down when the chemrunners or enforcers moved by.
ill intent, he'd call it.] We should keep moving, I think. Surely there is a way to escape this... dream or vision.