[It was only once; Viktor was not a particularly violent person, his anger ever focused inward rather than upon the world around him. As if to underline that fact he gently set the staff down on the bed, slowly picking up the broken mask in pensive silence. He didn't actually know who it was that shattered it before this, the Undercity child with the impossible machine--silently he made a note to ask Jinx about him, maybe she would be able to answer that question.]

[The colors in his eyes shifted as they always did; now silvery white edged with a harsh yellow, head lowered and his back to Vakama as he spoke at length:]

...Freedom is a terrifying thing. Variables beyond calculation, impossible to quantify the number of paths one can take and no way to calculate the correct one. There was a time when I would have said choice itself was a falsehood, but that was the delusion of one who had gone too far to turn back.