Viktor's heart twists with the news that Skan could be days away from death in his own world. Some deep inner part of him has the urge to cry out, to lunge forward and hold onto Skan, as if to pull him back from the brink of death.
No, that can't- that can't-
He doesn't cry out. He doesn't grab Skandranon. But his expression does taint with a pre-emptive grief. It seems to travel through the rest of his body, too; sagging his posture, deflating him.
"I..." He struggles to stay on the topic. Now he's just thinking about how unbearable it would be to lose Skan. "You never told me that."
He looks into his glass, this time pouring sadness into it with his gaze. When he continues, it's quiet.
"Jax can come back, just as your criminal did... Do you not fear he will hold ire for you when he does? Or for me, knowing that you did it on my behalf?"
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No, that can't- that can't-
He doesn't cry out. He doesn't grab Skandranon. But his expression does taint with a pre-emptive grief. It seems to travel through the rest of his body, too; sagging his posture, deflating him.
"I..." He struggles to stay on the topic. Now he's just thinking about how unbearable it would be to lose Skan. "You never told me that."
He looks into his glass, this time pouring sadness into it with his gaze. When he continues, it's quiet.
"Jax can come back, just as your criminal did... Do you not fear he will hold ire for you when he does? Or for me, knowing that you did it on my behalf?"