Viktor plans to reply politely at first, and he leans harder on his crutch to make himself more stable - meanwhile, one of his ghostly pokemons, the cutesy one he had called Rio, floats around him in a slight frenzy - but then, the question---
"Excuse me, miss, but I'm not bored of my life yet. Nor am I going to throw all my, eh, earthly possessions away yet, nor my research. Forget any... hospice care... when it comes to me, ms doctor."
Tch.
He did not raise his voice. He does not raise it now. His cadence is steady and tone of voice almost icy.
"...forget I've said anything, Miss. Doctor."
If he did not look so polite, the word doctor would sound like a quiet curse directed at her. Perhaps it still does. Half secretly.
He looks almost calm - but as a doctor, she can probably see suddenly seething quiet irritation flowing through him. Very quiet, now, after his words. Like Not a waterfall, but a rain that can drip drip drip erode something slowly without violent acts. If such rain had a soul, could one call it hostile?
Ah--
"My apologies, kind miss. Doctor. Hospice care would be, hrm, wasted on a cripple from the Undercity who can't stop moving for a day. I do appreciate your inquiries, though. Very kind of you."
The words...It's still like a metaphorical rain hitting mountain rocks. It's just that mountain rocks are not going to notice - or would they? - especially as the tone is now bordering on the most polite ever.
If Viktor could hear her thoughts and thought she might euthanise him, he could strangle her right now. In self defense.
Even if Janna came to him and told him that he's dying in June. Viktor would say, well, fine, I need to tell professor Heimerdinger and Jayce all my half baked ideas right now, that will be so embarassing, but I know they will research stuff - slowly. Beggars can't be choosers. I will mess up even Jayce's sleep schedule for a time, but he will forgive me next year or someday. S fine
Excuse him he's from Piltover ya can look it up XD pft
"Excuse me, miss, but I'm not bored of my life yet. Nor am I going to throw all my, eh, earthly possessions away yet, nor my research. Forget any... hospice care... when it comes to me, ms doctor."
Tch.
He did not raise his voice. He does not raise it now. His cadence is steady and tone of voice almost icy.
"...forget I've said anything, Miss. Doctor."
If he did not look so polite, the word doctor would sound like a quiet curse directed at her. Perhaps it still does. Half secretly.
He looks almost calm - but as a doctor, she can probably see suddenly seething quiet irritation flowing through him. Very quiet, now, after his words. Like
Not a waterfall, but a rain that can drip drip drip erode something slowly without violent acts. If such rain had a soul, could one call it hostile?
Ah--
"My apologies, kind miss. Doctor. Hospice care would be, hrm, wasted on a cripple from the Undercity who can't stop moving for a day. I do appreciate your inquiries, though. Very kind of you."
The words...It's still like a metaphorical rain hitting mountain rocks. It's just that mountain rocks are not going to notice - or would they? - especially as the tone is now bordering on the most polite ever.
If Viktor could hear her thoughts and thought she might euthanise him, he could strangle her right now. In self defense.
Even if Janna came to him and told him that he's dying in June. Viktor would say, well, fine, I need to tell professor Heimerdinger and Jayce all my half baked ideas right now, that will be so embarassing, but I know they will research stuff - slowly. Beggars can't be choosers. I will mess up even Jayce's sleep schedule for a time, but he will forgive me next year or someday. S fine