[ a war. he wonders if it was because of what happened to the council, or something else — or both, perhaps. there are many things that can lead to a war, none of them good. he bites down on a number of questions. ]
... I see.
[ there is heartbreak in her voice, the kind of loss that never truly lets you go, and viktor thinks, who did you lose —
he bites down on that, too. ] Yes, I can. [ he lifts the gauntlets, then, one by one, carries them over to his workbench in silence. ]
Whoever or whatever it is that you lost... I am sorry. [ no, he has no idea, truly, just how much he should be saying this — it is sympathy, more than anything, and yet. and yet — ]
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... I see.
[ there is heartbreak in her voice, the kind of loss that never truly lets you go, and viktor thinks, who did you lose —
he bites down on that, too. ] Yes, I can. [ he lifts the gauntlets, then, one by one, carries them over to his workbench in silence. ]
Whoever or whatever it is that you lost... I am sorry. [ no, he has no idea, truly, just how much he should be saying this — it is sympathy, more than anything, and yet. and yet — ]