The door was still closed when Rakshasa looked back at Victor, who remained on the floor, leaning against the wall, his body slowly adjusting to the impact. His jaw was already returning to its place, shifting with a dry snap that didn't seem to bother him as much as it should have. He instinctively ran a hand over his face, more to confirm the damage than out of real pain, and remained silent for a few seconds, reorganizing his breathing.
Rakshasa didn't help.
She simply observed.
"So," she said, without changing her tone, "what exactly have you been doing so far?"
Victor exhaled through his nose, still somewhat dazed, but now more aware of his surroundings. He didn't seem as irritated as before. Nor did he seem motivated. Just… neutral.
"Physical training," he replied simply. "Gravity. I'm at one hundred and twenty times right now."
