becomerobot

[This task is one Viktor is very well suited to, a precision based skill. He's also very good at controlling that third arm, already. Thanks, no doubt, to his many experiments and practice with the Hexclaw. Soon enough, the antlers are as clipped clean as they can be. The excess is discarded into bedside trash bin, despite Viktor having one or two bugbrained impulses to chew on the stuff. No. Nope. They have had enough cannibalism between them for one evening, reign it in, Vik. (Maybe another time he'll fail this restraint check.)]

These antlers... do they have much sensitivity to them? [He inquires as he reaches to rub a palm over the now smooth exterior of one. A gentle petting to match the rest of their tender and exploratory affections,

As for Hextech, Viktor cannot help a furrowed brow, looking serious as ever. Resigned, in a way,]

We spent... so much of our lives on Hextech. To just give up on it... [it felt so wrong, but Viktor remembers the Hexcore, he remembers it whispering to him, tempting him towards more and more extremes. He winces to think of Sky- of how she turned to dust-]

No. You're right. Anything else, but tampering further. So many others had to pay the price just for us to learn our lesson. No more.