[Carefully, he kneels down to pull Viktor's cane off the stone walkways, a quick eye over it to look for damages before handing it up to Viktor.]

Always.

[It is long since time to wake up.

As he straightens himself back up, he will hesitantly hold his hand back out for Viktor's unoccupied one.]

When my time as a Toa is at its end, there are many stories I wish to find ways to share with my people. In... what ways we can, that is. [Much would have to stay secret for the rest of their lives, as far as Vakama is concerned. Better that than to bring undue unrest and anguish at everything that had been lost. But surely... surely... they could tell what needed to be told, for the better of the Matoran.]

I would find the greatest joy, my friend, to know you had a touch on those.

[So long as Viktor accepts that outstretched hand, it will not leave Viktor's.]