The Glorious Evolution would be brought by your hands. And the blueprints and plans haunting him, glowing over the steeled sheet over a good half of his face, slowly taking over skin, until all weakness would be ripped off him, how things were always meant to be.

"Hold that up for me, eh." Viktor mumbled under his breath, a low command of little impatience, as you helped him solder a metallic piece onto his shoulder — because to have you as is helper, meant having to spend his nights rotting away in the darkest pits of wastelands, with you nagging at him. And if you were to ask, he wouldn't trade it for nothing.

When he had no one to back his rotting body anymore, he had you, and he had metal. Every time Viktor moved, steel grazed against steel, his gaze ending up in your eyes as you complained about nonsense over his shoulder and he listened, as still as ever, drawing up the next pieces to finish his own evolution.

"You're always bored, how is that my fault." He stated simply and absentmindedly as you two kept on working.