Not that I noticed — beyond just having eaten fruit bowl dessert, anyway. [Sooo, maybe? He wants to believe that their own blood is already enough of a corruption source the... normal ways; looking at big butterflies, being out and about around town, etc. without having to worry about errantly licking a drop off a cut finger.]

Right; the Library is completely sealed and temperature-controlled. We have to preserve the integrity of our archives, of course, but the planet's surface isn't exactly friendly to paper either — or to people.

[And so he lives in this bunker here, instead of tacking up blackout curtains over every window in any given typical residence he could have chosen. It's a living. He takes his glasses off to fiddle with them and clean them on his sleeve as he leans his head back again; hello, blurry Viktor-shape.]

Naturally, I don't know anything about proper ships, either. I'll have questions.