𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗

Ruvik: APPRECIATE THIS MOTHERFUCKER

     — “ And to think that the Administrator considered me cruel.” Ruvik looked down at the girl with even, nonchalant eyes. He wasn’t surprised if he terrified her - but there could have been so much alike him that she could have seen. For all that he pursued in his research, Ruvik could have never saw through testing upon children.  “Hello, Lilly. I am a friend of your father’s." He made no effort to lower his stance, but Ruvik was not without etiquette, his tone pleasant despite his gravelly voice. 

Ruvik had no interest in the sculptures and installations that decorated the hallways he walked through. They were not made for his viewing and he had no interest in art out of it’s technical fidelity. Which was precisely why the man frozen in a repetitive cycle of his last moments alive kept his interest. He watched as the subject’s head knocked back from the impact of the bullet that penetrated his skull, blooming into a flower seconds after it lodged home between bone and brain matter.       —How would a subject respond to such stimuli? Would they remember the trauma? Would the body get used to the shock? He pondered quietly as he waited for his host, his gaze still fixated upon the figure as he recognised his presence within the building.  “ I apologise, I’m not the one you have been looking for, but I doubt he has any further interest in.. engaging you.” There was no need to listen to Sebastian’s thoughts to know how abject he was to confrontation, which was precisely why he had wandered here to begin with- To see for himself what obstacle was standing in his way of pre-occupying the system. 

Sebastian: *Nervous sweating*