[There's that lovely anger; Palamedes smiles despite himself, though it's strained - he knows exactly where that anger is coming from, although his own isn't so... fresh. It's why he presses so persistently for Viktor to please... not eat fruit for a while, whatever.]

He told me the honorable sacrifice story too. Mine even had 'poetry' in it.

[For eating souls!! Souls of their loved ones! For fuck's sake, how could anyone— no, he's focusing. He looks around for something to sweep the broken beaker into, glancing up at Viktor when he's ducked down to do just that. He's relieved; he's been torn about asking, not that, well - he does kind of thing he has ammunition against God, at this point, but the issues of agency, and so on.

So: good. He nods.]

Absolutely. Start first thing in the morning? I want to start with a clear head.

[And Viktor wants his private study sleepover, also a priority.]