The sound of the push-ups continued rhythmic, dry, constant against the stone floor, as if it were already a natural part of the environment. There was no more hesitation in the movements, nor exaggerated trembling in the muscles. The effort was still there, but it no longer seemed to be crushing Victor as it had in the first few days.
Scarlet stood a few steps ahead, arms crossed, her expression closed in a way that was no longer just analysis.
It was genuine concern.
"Stop increasing that," she said, directly, without beating around the bush. "You've been way past the limit for a long time."
Victor lowered himself once more, controlled, and rose slowly, keeping his body aligned even upside down, supported by a single hand.
"Whose limit?" he replied, without stopping the movement.
Scarlet narrowed her eyes.
"Normal limit," she retorted. "You're at sixty times gravity. Sixty times."
He let out a small sound through his nose, almost a laugh.
