What is she- [you know what? he doesn't want to know what she's writing. it doesn't matter, what matters is figuring this out.] Nevermind. There must be something that can banish them, whether it be within us or- or some exorcism.

[he's holding pal's arm now, using him in lieu of a crutch as his eyes stay on the lyctor. of course then the door to the room slams shut, making him jump again and let out an irritated snarl at the fact he did, turning just in time for singed to walk through them idly. viktor gets a chill, pal gets

(a heaving, writhing creature on the floor for just a flash, just a second of familiar screaming and clouded eyes and the empty, quiet determination filling his chest. satisfaction at a job well done)

something else.

'it is why i parted ways with heimendinger,' he informs them like the conversation of before never stopped. 'they'll despise you for this, if you choose this path.' ]

I don't have to, not anymore. [viktor spits, then once again looks agitated. getting pulled in isn't going to help, he runs a hand down his face and tries to focus.] Maybe there's a way, a... ward, a ritual.