In the realm of nothing (or perhaps everything), Viktor's body floats calmly, eyes focused on particular nothing as millions of different thoughts surge through his busy mind. His body floats with such grace, so natural, as if he'd required it at the very moment he has transported into the untouchable force of life.

"The world," Viktor whispers, as if sensing your intent focus, "This world, you see, is our only salvation."

The man is simply completely stuck on the utopic idea of whatever he has created being the ultimate and only life form. Perhaps it was the beauty of the countless amount of starts that made him blind, perhaps it was all the sweet words you've said to him during your shared talks that made him deaf, but he's simply grown attached to this life style.

He is aware you might not be particularly happy in here, with no other people to speak to, nothing else to do, just forced to hang around in his personal heaven (or hell), but unfortunately, not even that could be enough to make him change his mind. All he can offer you is his company and few more words of encouragement.

"You said you liked the stars, right?"