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Clothes are easier to make than a whole person. Clothes do not have nerves and brains and functioning digestive tracts.
It was really more deciding what to put the not Jayce into that was the problem. Viktor had no need for clothes anymore, and that poorly constructed construct of his that was running around the darker halls of the commune like an unattended child didn’t bother with them either. Metal wasn’t flesh after all.
But this jello Jayce is squishy, vulnerable to everything and anything. Viktor should at least clothe it.
Jello Jayce gets a pair of pants. Something that reminds Viktor of their academy days.
Something that reminds him of the past.