[viktor lets out a shuddering breath he didn't realize he was holding- pal's eyes, even in the dim light it's easy to see they're not the same as the dream. it's an odd mirror to feel pal's hand on his cheek, and at least for the moment he doesn't feel any embarrassment for the unfortunate state of him.

that'll kick in soon, but right now he's still reeling, one hand still stroking rio's head.] I... did. We were in the lab and had lived different lives. You were a lyctor.

[it's odd to use that word, when he barely understands what it means. finally shame catches up with him and he moves to scrub at his face, irritated his eyes are persistently leaking still.] Bah, apologies, I suppose it's... emotional transference. Something.