I promise, so long as errant magic fruit do not once again make me a liar. [hm, bitter. still viktor moves to start wiping the board clean, happy to see the words vanish piece by piece.

though he does pause halfway, turning as palamedes continues.] What? [his words are a snap, there's that good old anger that once was directed at the source.

he closes his eyes, lets out his breath and finishes wiping away LIED with a pointed aggression.] All that talk of honorable sacrifice, the spineless bastard. I cannot-

[he pauses, as if surprised at himself, then turns again.] I cannot go back to him. Will you put our project with my lungs as a priority? I think it is time we did.