[The formula to end all formulas... move over, advanced quantum mechanics, this is the end. Palamedes turns just so, to wrap both arms around him as he leans in, now definitely trying to coax him with affection. No. Well, a little.]

They'll debate the underlying meanings for centuries to come. Let's throw in a few false starts, to really stoke the fires.

[What is this book about. He's completely lost the thread, and it's his own stupid idea at its core. Oh well. He chuckles, cutting it off with a kiss pressed to Viktor's temple.]

Somehow, you'll recover.