[ oh. oh. viktor grimaces, looking away and then at the ground — the uncomfortable realisation that caitlyn doesn't know hits him as she speaks, and, well. he never really had to tell anyone, back home, jayce took care of that... so this is effectively the first time he has to force the words from his lips. ]

You haven't heard, [ he says, stalling, before he sighs; only, the breath catches in his lungs once more and he descends into another coughing fit, turning away so caitlyn doesn't have to watch him... or that he doesn't have to see her expression.

once he gets his breathing under control, he turns back to her, glancing at her before looking away once more. ] I'm dying, Caitlyn. I don't have long. The doctors... the prognosis was very clear. [ a pause. ] I'm sorry. I thought Jayce had told you.