[ oh, there's someone else here — viktor spends a whole five seconds trying to think of a possible way to get out of this conversation, but then again... hadn't he just been contemplating how it seems none of it really matters, here or back home? what he thinks about things certainly doesn't seem to, so maybe picking the brain of someone else over this might prove fruitful.
his own brain is definitely not being fruitful in any capacity except the depressing kind, right now.
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his own brain is definitely not being fruitful in any capacity except the depressing kind, right now.
and so... ]
Dying, [ he says, wry and blunt. ]