[It was normal to hear Viktor before one saw him; in the quiet warning of uneven steps and the steady sound of a crutch against the floor. Tonight, some hours before what passed for morning, he walked to the hospital wing with a sick sort of gratitude in his chest; the cost was unconscionable, and yet he really wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to so much as stand.]
[...Viktor tried not to think about how much of a target was painted on his back right now. A stiff breeze could damn near kill him, never mind someone desperate enough.]
Oh--Aqua? [The other presence caused him to step back slightly; startled, but not yet outright apprehensive.]
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[...Viktor tried not to think about how much of a target was painted on his back right now. A stiff breeze could damn near kill him, never mind someone desperate enough.]
Oh--Aqua? [The other presence caused him to step back slightly; startled, but not yet outright apprehensive.]