Viktor looks confused for a brief moment, caught off-guard by the formality of the positioning. But soon, he is grateful for it. How much more painful would this be if Skan rattled it off like killing a man was a casual Friday afternoon for him? How infuriated would that have made Viktor? If he is going to accept that Skan kills as vengeance, he needs to at least know that Skan treats the lives he takes with the gravity and seriousness they deserve. Even that of Jax, the horrible rabbit.
Murder is nothing to scoff at. But, perhaps Viktor can come to accept it, as part of how Skan operates, as his way of protecting both of them. As his way of violently clawing back the dignity that was stolen from Skan when he died crumpled on the ground, and from Viktor when he lay helplessly on the tavern floor, taunted in front of everyone.
He listens carefully, nodding minutely, slowly. A few things stick out.
Not that he could remember. The interaction that left Viktor licking old wounds and terrified to get up on stage, Jax did not even remember. As though Skan had asked him what he had for breakfast 6 days ago- too mundane to bother retaining.
I was angry. Though planned, this was still a crime of passion for Skan, not completely cold and calculated, nor casual and simply a chore.
I told him he'd wake up in a few days. Oddly, for a moment Viktor wishes Skan hadn't told him that, that he'd let him die thinking it was truly permanent. That way, it would sink in more that this is real, that Jax's actions have lasting consequences. Then Viktor berates himself for thinking something so cruel. The point was to teach him a lesson, not traumatize him. Skan did the right thing.
Finally, he winces at being called meek and helpless. He thought Skan thought of him with more respect than that, by now, but he supposes he gets his meaning. People who cannot (or will not) defend themselves.
Viktor is quiet for a long moment, sipping from his glass as he processes.
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Murder is nothing to scoff at. But, perhaps Viktor can come to accept it, as part of how Skan operates, as his way of protecting both of them. As his way of violently clawing back the dignity that was stolen from Skan when he died crumpled on the ground, and from Viktor when he lay helplessly on the tavern floor, taunted in front of everyone.
He listens carefully, nodding minutely, slowly. A few things stick out.
Not that he could remember. The interaction that left Viktor licking old wounds and terrified to get up on stage, Jax did not even remember. As though Skan had asked him what he had for breakfast 6 days ago- too mundane to bother retaining.
I was angry. Though planned, this was still a crime of passion for Skan, not completely cold and calculated, nor casual and simply a chore.
I told him he'd wake up in a few days. Oddly, for a moment Viktor wishes Skan hadn't told him that, that he'd let him die thinking it was truly permanent. That way, it would sink in more that this is real, that Jax's actions have lasting consequences. Then Viktor berates himself for thinking something so cruel. The point was to teach him a lesson, not traumatize him. Skan did the right thing.
Finally, he winces at being called meek and helpless. He thought Skan thought of him with more respect than that, by now, but he supposes he gets his meaning. People who cannot (or will not) defend themselves.
Viktor is quiet for a long moment, sipping from his glass as he processes.
"All right. Thank you, for the details."