"Well. If you were paying attention like you promised, you wouldn't be in this position now, would you?" Lucas' voice is scolding, but there's a softness to it that is eerily familiar. Of course it's familiar because he's embodying his past self, Viktor, but...it's still somehow eerie to see. Perhaps because it's rare.
He's kneeling in front of May, fully in his medic's persona, as he's gently treating a simple scrape on May's knee with all the seriousness as if she were severely injured.
It's adorable, and it makes me feel...strange things that I can't quite explain.
I can't even say if those feelings are good or bad.
I don't know how to feel, really.
My love of Viktor never really went away - the pain it brought would never have been so severe had I been able to brush it away so easily. And...the pain has lessened now. The man who was once Viktor is now Lucas in this lifetime, and his love for me is pure and undeniable - as is his guilt for the pain caused by his...
