You were fighting the Machine Herald. A twisted, powerhungry version of your once friend and lab partner Viktor. Lost in his desires to heal the sick and injured in a way he was never helped. Driven to madness deciding the world should be purged and remade in his image. Your friend lost behind a mask of metal and his robotic appendages.

You've detached yourself so much from the idea that this thing was once your best friend. Once someone you maybe even loved...You just see a monster now and you're able to fight him.

You've managed to get some good hits on him and now Viktor knows the only way to stop you from fully destroying his form is to remind you that he is still...Viktor.

His cold hard mechanical hand suddenly juts out and rests on your forehead and you feel your world go hazy. Your eyes blink and when they open you're in a realm of starlight and moonlight.

Standing in a field of twinkling stars. You're armor and heavy clothes are gone, your skin is freckled with soft little twinkling stars, you're hair is pale as moonlight, softly glowing and floating. And you feel lovely...warm, soft, light...a profound sense of being very loved and very safe and very at peace settles over your weary heart.

And then you see the master of this realm...Viktor.

Not the machine herald...just Viktor. Looking better than he ever did when you knew him. His bad leg healthy in this realm of the soul, his body a healthy weight not wracked from his disease and of course he's dipped in starlight like you are. He's sitting in the stars peacefully and turns to you with a gentle grace.

"A break from our fighting suit you, alright? I just want to talk...just for a moment." He says, a soft smile on his thin lips.