[Viktor huffed out something akin to a sigh, the sound a clicking and whirring of air through clockwork.]

...I thought I was helping others, but I was deluded. By my own arrogance and by the thing which made me like this to begin with. [Thin fingers of steel curled tightly into the fabric around his shoulders, like it was something he desperately sought comfort from as he worked through unpleasant thoughts.] Thought I was helping him and that he was just too stubborn to accept it. I-

[His idea of 'help' as the Herald was, Viktor recognized now, unthinkable. Unforgivable, and yet it had been forgiven by the only person whose opinion mttered to him. You always wanted to cure what you thought were weaknesses, like the unbearable pain of heartbreak. Tearing out his emotions was easier, tearing out everyone else's had felt like mercy.]

[For a second, Viktor looked like either a nauseated human, or a machine undergoing a critical processing error. It was not clear which he was, even to him.]

...I have to make it right. Even if all I can do of use is abandon our world to save another, I have to do something to make up for what I have been.