Viktor doesn't respond to probably-not-Edgard's fixation upon this figment of injustice—could, but doesn't. He doesn't even glance at him, only looks past him, to find Jayce as he turns.
(It's very intentional. Distraction, angry or otherwise, can be as good as weapon as anything handheld.)
To trust a familiar voice, a face you recognize, patterns of known behaviour, it's all but involuntary. Abby's voice, the face of Mobius, Jayce throwing himself in bodily without pause, these are all reassuring. (The horned one stalking nearby, he's a mystery.) When your own mind is working against your interests, that's the trap. He and his partner share a similar thought: this likely pretender may not be the only one.
Nevertheless, with a crisp flurry of gesture, he waves Jayce in.
no subject
(It's very intentional. Distraction, angry or otherwise, can be as good as weapon as anything handheld.)
To trust a familiar voice, a face you recognize, patterns of known behaviour, it's all but involuntary. Abby's voice, the face of Mobius, Jayce throwing himself in bodily without pause, these are all reassuring. (The horned one stalking nearby, he's a mystery.) When your own mind is working against your interests, that's the trap. He and his partner share a similar thought: this likely pretender may not be the only one.
Nevertheless, with a crisp flurry of gesture, he waves Jayce in.