[The form of the cybernetic Herald flickered like a glitch in reality with that same eldritch webbing of magic, threatening to give way to the mortal he had once been at the concept of weakness, of helplessness, of limitation-]

[But you were never broken, Viktor.]

[...Ah. Maybe that was it. They were, in some way Viktor could not possibly fully grasp, similar. If he had to burn out every last bit of his power (again) to help another, then he would fire again and again until his every last function shut down.]

You are not powerless. If you have done your best in the past, then do it again. Progress is to fall ten times and still stand for an eleventh, even if it means being pulled by another's hand! No matter if it kills me, I will not allow anyone to fall and bear the pain of faltering alone-!