[viktor huffs at that, then offers,] Is it the city? You are a man who holds himself to high standards, especially ethically. If we want to really be the eh, the snake eating it's tail, we could ask if the problem is part of you feels troubled that you do not feel troubled by this.

[he nearly snorts again, this trench psychology nonsense is going to be the death of him. still, worth putting out there to be shot down or considered, he supposes.] For what it is worth I support the not apologizing and still think punching may be worthwhile.

[dry, but yes. he's definitely going to support pal not bending over backwards for this loathsome copy of an even more loathsome woman. they'll figure it out. hopefully. maybe peace isn't what the ghosts even want, or the trench, or whatever plays them like this.

he regards cytherea a moment more before exhaling through his nose and glancing to singed, still bent over his notes.]

I've already forgiven him as best as I am able for his... flaws. [he settles for.] I doubt that forgiveness would have mattered to him anyway, that sort of sentimentality simply isn't in his nature.