Viktor's frown deepens. Xander cured a plague, banished a demon, and his reward is to be haunted by his own gruesome memories and perceived failings. It's truly awful.

He holds a dark-skinned hand tenderly in one of his and places his other atop it, much the way Xander did to him on the beach.

"You do not deserve such suffering, Xander."

Viktor thinks for a few more moments, quiet.

"Perhaps he plagues you in particular because he knows how strong you are. How much a threat. He wants to sow self-doubt in you... So that you might be weakened the next time you meet."

Thus, it's important that Xander keep his strength and will to go on, but what a terrible burden to bear alone.

"Is there anything I can do to support you in this?"