Skan picks up his head again, watching Viktor brood in the shadow of that question. Ah, so it's going to be that kind of talk, then. Well he can't say he didn't let himself in for it.
"I did," He agrees, quietly but unashamed, on a nod, "I think you know what happened."
For all his foibles, and no one is free of them, Viktor certainly was not a stupid man. He was sharp-minded, clever, and driven: all qualities that appealed to Skandranon, and which drew admiration from him. But for all that, he was so very... well, for lack of a better term, civilian. And that's what brings the considering tilt to Skan's feathered head. How to give him to understand, to bridge this gap?
Even back in White Gryphon, he hadn't known how. And then... Well. He's been trying not to think about that, hasn't he? Playing the turkey, having a good time of it.
Lying, even to himself.
"Are you asking for details? Do you think it would help, to know?"
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"I did," He agrees, quietly but unashamed, on a nod, "I think you know what happened."
For all his foibles, and no one is free of them, Viktor certainly was not a stupid man. He was sharp-minded, clever, and driven: all qualities that appealed to Skandranon, and which drew admiration from him. But for all that, he was so very... well, for lack of a better term, civilian. And that's what brings the considering tilt to Skan's feathered head. How to give him to understand, to bridge this gap?
Even back in White Gryphon, he hadn't known how. And then... Well. He's been trying not to think about that, hasn't he? Playing the turkey, having a good time of it.
Lying, even to himself.
"Are you asking for details? Do you think it would help, to know?"