[ THE SOUL REALM IS A FUNNY PLACE. Yes, for now he is in between incorporeal and corporeal. The soul loves being wishy-washy on what state it wants to be and is so easily influenced by emotions, but the shadows are slowly sifting and molding into a shape. A familiar build, but for some reason clothes are rendered first. They're his simple clothes from peasantry, no regal robes. No draping royal purple and gold, instead off-white linens strung together by rough seams and a loose fastener at the chest.
But his physical appearance stays as shadows, though now they're trying to make a person to fit in these clothes. Viktor can at least make sense of a humanoid in it all. It has a head, arms, legs... So he can see a shadowy hand hesitantly reach out. It's a fretful touch where fingers barely ghost the palm, unsure if he is allowed to take though desperately he wants to. He thinks himself undeserving.
He repeats his words. ]
... It has been so long. I thought—[ That he has forgotten his time in heaven. Maybe it would have been for the best, but there were a few fond memories that tether him.
But he doesn't want tethers that aren't penance. Then why is he quivering? Why want? Greed of this kind is disrespectful to everyone he has wronged. ] So much were dreams.
[ Viktor is here, offering a hand, and he thinks to himself what a good dream this all is. What a self-serving one. ]
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But his physical appearance stays as shadows, though now they're trying to make a person to fit in these clothes. Viktor can at least make sense of a humanoid in it all. It has a head, arms, legs... So he can see a shadowy hand hesitantly reach out. It's a fretful touch where fingers barely ghost the palm, unsure if he is allowed to take though desperately he wants to. He thinks himself undeserving.
He repeats his words. ]
... It has been so long. I thought—[ That he has forgotten his time in heaven. Maybe it would have been for the best, but there were a few fond memories that tether him.
But he doesn't want tethers that aren't penance. Then why is he quivering? Why want? Greed of this kind is disrespectful to everyone he has wronged. ] So much were dreams.
[ Viktor is here, offering a hand, and he thinks to himself what a good dream this all is. What a self-serving one. ]
You look good.