[as much as viktor was expecting that he can't help but grimace. the idea of using someone as an infinite furnace is horrific on levels he doesn't want to begin comprehending.

that it was camilla? he doesn't know her but pal's care for her was clear from the moment they first spoke of her. yeah, unsettlingly easy to see why pal might think 'let's use a magic drug to sever my soul and try to save her from a fate that sounds worse than death.'

his fingertips idly run over pal's jaw, offering a nod.] This... 'god,' the one you wanted to kill? He sent you there without informing you the cost? But in your real world you weren't drawn into it, this... lyctorhood.