[ the admission, along with the gesture, do not escape his attention — had the other died, too, then? maybe. maybe he did understand, at least somewhat... even if not in the same way, the way that wasn't the sharp, quick death of a bombing or a dagger through the heart, but rather blood in his lungs, dark spots in his vision, the clawing panic of can't breathe, can't breathe —
still. the words are almost too conveniently placed, and viktor, ever suspicious, can't quite say what he thinks he maybe should, what jayce has been pushing him to; instead, he thinks of what octavian told him, become unrelenting, bigger than death and those who would choose for you.
yes, he won't let anyone else choose anything for him, anymore. not here. ]
I would imagine most people here don't die of something you can prevent.
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still. the words are almost too conveniently placed, and viktor, ever suspicious, can't quite say what he thinks he maybe should, what jayce has been pushing him to; instead, he thinks of what octavian told him, become unrelenting, bigger than death and those who would choose for you.
yes, he won't let anyone else choose anything for him, anymore. not here. ]
I would imagine most people here don't die of something you can prevent.