Another complex question. One he visibly struggled on with a slight hitch in the rise and fall of his chest.
⠀❝ My arrogance. . and rage nearly doomed– everything again. It was never about helping anyone despite what I’d preach; The same selfish ambition that
« in knowing that someone like this exists, someone more distant. More than himself. —Yet, all things considered, it’s. . sad. He understands it.
This could very well be his future. And the thought makes him feel cold.
❝What happened when you switched paths?❞
Shadow may be looking for a more. . personal answer. He’s always. . tended to keep to himself . It’s easier that way, he thinks. Besides he isn’t the greatest company anyway.
⠀❝ 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, �� repeated after a moment, shoulders lifting ever so slightly. ❝ Generations build upon themselves, problems arise, priorities change. There’s always new things to experience and learn, I suppose. ❞
. . He does understand
𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. . Sounded awfully similar in perspective to someone else, someone he couldn’t ask about this.
❝—But what about. . outliving. . everything you know?❞ Words falter towards the end. But he managed them.
He almost chuckled. ❝ A complex question—. The answer is. . equally so. I’ve come to learn amongst all things it can offer endless possibilities, however. Despite the boredom. ❞
« inferences regarding such. He’d sensed his chaos energy very early on, after all.
Yet Shadow had never explicitly mentioned, until now—
❝. . What is it like?❞ He finally asks, words slowed by reluctance. ❝Living for so long.❞
Viktor blinked in reply initially. Though his gaze remained, the focus in it seemed to. . shift, just for a moment.
⠀❝ . .Since the very beginning, ❞ finally replied. Relaxed into his seat.
Yes, he could envision the world back when creatures only mentioned in tales roamed
Curious. . —But inquiries regarding the game can wait, it’s not why he came here.
❝I wanted to ask you. . about your lifespan.❞ Brief pause, as if expected to fill with either permission or rejection. ❝You’ve been alive for a long time.❞
Strange. He thought chess was a two-player game. —Yet his quiet stare suggests he doesn’t quite understand what he’s watching.
An ear twitch as gaze briefly flickers between the board to the warlock.
❝. . Are you busy?❞
𝘏𝘮—? Excuse him for not noticing immediately; He had just 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 up his opponent’s queen, a glorious win of chess! If he wasn’t playing against himself, at least it would be. Victory boast would be interrupted by the clearing of his throat. .
⠀❝ 𝘈𝘢𝘨-h𝙢—