[ At first, Viktor thinks that he's missed the mark. A few in his life is very different from how Viktor had grown up, but perhaps his deja vu was more harmless back then. As someone with keen observation skills and a memory like an iron trap, it might have just been more likely for him to remember being in similar scenarios—limping along with his cane, staying up late to study something, tinkering with little projects, and all the other things that used to occupy his time.

Now, though, the would-be memories include Jayce, just as his colored dreams do. How can he dream of a younger Jayce in full color when Viktor doesn't even know what colors are?

He allows himself to be led to the grass, leaning against Jayce and staring down at their hands still wrapped together. ]

We can— [ Forget it is on the tip of his tongue when Jayce confesses what Viktor had predicted—hoped—and it steals away any uncertainty. ] We can't ignore the statistical unlikelihood.

[ Looking straight ahead as their horses grazed together, Viktor squeezes Jayce's hand and chuckles softly. ] I thought we might have come here to make out, but now I want to ask you a hundred questions.