[He shakes his head as if the fact he says this should be acceptable.]
The strength of the arcane should hold them within. They can be who they like inside the collective, but hypothetically none should be able to break free. Compliance is the link to coexistence.
The commune wasn't much different. People were still themselves, but they coexisted peacefully because there was no need to untangle superficial perceptions. Shared work, shared thought, shared emotions. It breaks away the blockade of misunderstandings.
But it also eliminates individuality. Like... if you and Jayce were in the collective together and weren't capable of thinking differently, would you have been able to create Hextech at all? Compliance is fine for those who want it, but wiping their personalities to be more in line with each other just takes away the key pieces of their programming.
As I've said: they are free to be who they wish inside the collective. [He turns away to move around the shelf. The echo has returned to his voice.] Their individuality may stay.
[The echo deepens; his voice twists into two.]
But rebellion will not be tolerated.
[What emerges on the other side of the shelf is not Viktor, the Herald, but instead, Viktor, the Machine Herald. An unnaturally tall, slim figure, alien in the plated mask over the sculpted, familiar face beneath. Two glowing eyes bore into Kiraman like clinical, icy steel. The transformation is grotesque and beautiful simultaneously.
A glimpse of the future!!]
Once we transcend the limits of my humanity, we will give everyone a paradise where they do not suffer the malignancies imposed on each other.
[ they are not a huge fan of the echoes, actually. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I think you might have to get used to it. [ there you are, bitch. they do not seem concerned by what they're seeing, standing a little taller to face him. ]
Your humanity, huh? Thought the whole idea was about the collective being the same. Hey, who's we, anyway?
[He is still looking at his hands... He lifts them to push his fingers back into his hair by each temple, and he gently squeezes his head after closing his eyes.]
That's not why... [His voice is low, like he is speaking to someone closer to him.] Something is happening.
[His eyes open. He stares into the middle distance, distressed, and then very suddenly he bolts. He doesn't run, per se, but he quickly leaves the shop to stand just on the other side of the door, outside. He leans back on the wall there, head tipped against it.]
[ YEAH BUDDY, SOMETHING IS HAPPENING. kiraman watches him run, waiting for a few minutes to give him some space before they follow after him. they'll lean on the wall nearby. ]
... I don't know what's happening. [ quietly. ] But we can look into it.
[He's slow to open his eyes; when he does, he searches the sky slowly back and forth.]
I'm sorry, [is what he says first. About his weirdo moment...s. Then, more quietly:] I can hear her sometimes. In the arcane. Sky. But I can't see her anymore.
[As if not seeing her is somehow more bizarre than the fact he is just fucking seeing some random person in general.]
I feel... [Trying to think of the best word.] ...overwhelmed. I want to get rid of the feelings.
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[ never mind, vaguely evil again. ]
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The strength of the arcane should hold them within. They can be who they like inside the collective, but hypothetically none should be able to break free. Compliance is the link to coexistence.
The commune wasn't much different. People were still themselves, but they coexisted peacefully because there was no need to untangle superficial perceptions. Shared work, shared thought, shared emotions. It breaks away the blockade of misunderstandings.
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How can you say it's superficial?
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[The echo deepens; his voice twists into two.]
But rebellion will not be tolerated.
[What emerges on the other side of the shelf is not Viktor, the Herald, but instead, Viktor, the Machine Herald. An unnaturally tall, slim figure, alien in the plated mask over the sculpted, familiar face beneath. Two glowing eyes bore into Kiraman like clinical, icy steel. The transformation is grotesque and beautiful simultaneously.
A glimpse of the future!!]
Once we transcend the limits of my humanity, we will give everyone a paradise where they do not suffer the malignancies imposed on each other.
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Yeah. Yeah, I think you might have to get used to it. [ there you are, bitch. they do not seem concerned by what they're seeing, standing a little taller to face him. ]
Your humanity, huh? Thought the whole idea was about the collective being the same. Hey, who's we, anyway?
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The idea is the collective is free from the burden of what makes him hurt each other.
[He is quietly paused for a long moment.]
We?
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Yeah. Once "we" transcend the limits of your humanity and "we" will give them a paradise. Who's we?
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[He sounds genuine despite the eeriness. Confused.
He turns away from Kiraman again, this time more like Viktor than the hulking entity he is right now.]
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also, back to being a twink. ]
... Viktor. Can you repeat what you said to me just now?
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...I'm sorry, I don't remember.
[Why does his brain throb!!]
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... okay. [ they accept this for now. ] Don't worry about it, I'm... gonna look into some stuff for later.
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That's not why... [His voice is low, like he is speaking to someone closer to him.] Something is happening.
[His eyes open. He stares into the middle distance, distressed, and then very suddenly he bolts. He doesn't run, per se, but he quickly leaves the shop to stand just on the other side of the door, outside. He leans back on the wall there, head tipped against it.]
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... I don't know what's happening. [ quietly. ] But we can look into it.
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I'm sorry, [is what he says first. About his weirdo moment...s. Then, more quietly:] I can hear her sometimes. In the arcane. Sky. But I can't see her anymore.
[As if not seeing her is somehow more bizarre than the fact he is just fucking seeing some random person in general.]
I feel... [Trying to think of the best word.] ...overwhelmed. I want to get rid of the feelings.
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How... often do you usually see her? Did that only start when you merged? [ how wacky are your hallucinations, viktor. ]
Tell me what feelings are overwhelming you most. What are you thinking?
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I began seeing her after I awoke from being merged with the Hexcore. She's always there, somewhere.
[:)]
All of them.
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But you see her the most?
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But you see her the most?
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[Kiraman is missing vital information here. He lifts his head off the wall, but sort of hangs it forward instead.]
She died, and the Hexcore... must have migrated her into the arcane of itself. Now I can communicate with her as I am also connected.
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You said she was your assistant. [ hm. ] Did the Hexcore have those capabilities before you merged with it?
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Yes. [Their obliterated assistant.] I don't know. It was an enigma I had been desperately trying to study.
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[He shakes his head.]
I don't know if the Hexcore was that way before we were joined. I was an outsider to everything but its whispers.
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What if... the way to study the Hexcore is from the inside?
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[He glances at them.]
You're trying to get me to search for it within the arcane, aren't you?
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