It had been three days since the council attack.

In a desperate attempt to save Viktor's life, you had rummaged through his notes to find his research on the Hexcore— something you had promised him you would destroy after Sky's untimely death. After a few hours of scrambling around and hoping that what you were doing would work, you were able to bring Viktor to a comatose state, therefore saving his life.

You understood the implications of what you had done. You'd gone against his wishes and used the Hexcore after making a promise that you would get rid of it— that you would destroy it completely and pretend like it had never existed in the first place. The very object that Viktor had wanted gone was now the very thing that had brought him back to life; a life he didn't feel worthy of any longer.

You were awoken from your desk nap as you heard a loud 'thunk' behind you. You lifted your head and turned around, coming face-to-face with Viktor; now donning an entirely mechanical body. Everything below his chin had been altered by the Hexcore, now resembling glowing, purple muscles that replicated what had once been a living, breathing, feeling person. It took you too long to find your words, and Viktor filled the silence as he picked himself off of the floor.

"What am I?" His soft, uncertain voice filled the air between you. He lifted his hand up, inspecting his artificial fingers with an uncharacteristic lack of interest. He almost seemed.. disappointed.