"Nothing!" Viktor yelps. He's an increasingly far cry away from the ball of stilted nerves he once was, but he's raw now, still vaguely stained from Klaus' blood. The rain decrescendos.

"You're immortal." It's no small wonder, and Viktor is appropriately in awe -- and drowning in a shallow pool of rain, blood and guilt. "I saw it in that dream or alternate timeline." Viktor has purposely not brought this up too much until now. Nearly all of it is terrible, and the parts that weren't -- Klaus' inability to stay dead, for example -- are couched in awfulness.

Viktor offers a hand to help Klaus sit up.