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[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Boca Catalina, Aruba
[Color=silver][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] The Fam
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Swimming beneath the crystal clear waters without an objective or target in mind felt odd for Viktor. There was no direction or time hack to stick to. There was no target to seek out. With his only pressing limitation being how long he could hold his breath, Viktor found himself lost in such aimlessness. 

His years with HIVE felt so distant in this moment, despite how deeply their brainwashing and conditioning were entrenched. The joys of his new family, as strong as the bonds have become, could not erase the first. 

The automated voice message that greeted him every morning. The Proctor’s firm instructions and unrefusable orders. The Mistress’s twisted pride and acknowledgement of every success, and her crippling disappointment in every failure. It was rare, but there were times when he thought of the others like them, and what became of the souls of those who were never saved. 

Viktor only hoped that the lack of seeing any of them was a good sign, despite the organization not being defunct. With everything that had happened, he couldn’t bring himself to hate them, and perhaps that was the point. 

[color=silver][i]Even here, I cannot escape them.[/i][/color]