[Of course he walked right in, of course. Octavian can almost picture it, a much younger Viktor in his fresh little uniform, walking right in and putting everyone else there to shame by simply opening his mouth. It suits him, and Octavian feels a little tingle of warmth for Viktor's sake, that his parents were supportive of his idea.]

They sound kind. They must have been proud of you.

[He can't help but think of his own parents; they died not knowing what happened to him, although if he knows his family, he knows they would not have swallowed the "mysteriously left town overnight" excuse that was fed to the press. But, well, "My parents outlived me and died not knowing the truth" is also going straight into the someday pile.

He does lift his free hand though, to point... back over his shoulder, in the direction Viktor is facing. It's not a very precise point, but it's enough.]

My parents lived down that direction. Past the next bridge. And my university is over there in the old town center.

["Over there" is the way he's facing, but never mind it. Use context clues. He wonders if they could manipulate this dream actively, and he could see something of Viktor's home in turn, but hm. There likely isn't enough time to experiment on it.]