Oh, and that is what I was thinking, what she was really missing was the ability to be more irritating. [viktor says dryly, his attention going fully to pal now. despite the dry tone of the words his brow furrows, cupping pal's jaw and asking quietly,] Are you well?

[because the fact that she could talk adds all new upsetting aspects to the whole affair, and while he is quite sure pal could handle some nasty pointed ghost comments on pure stubbornness and spite alone that does not mean he's having a good time of it.

pal's question is a good one, and before viktor can answer he feels a bit of a chill down his back. a glance behind him and singed is there again, still burnt, working at his desk as though he owned the place. in the low evening light it almost does feel like the cave.]

Blinked, it seems. I don't know why he's burnt like that by the way, he's never explained it as more than 'an unfortunate accident.' His ghost has also appeared the way I remember him as a child as well.