[A worn bark of a laugh escapes Viktor at the last comment. Yes, they do keep saying that to one another. A mess is them, distilled. A testament to the truth and resilience of their love really ever present. Only love could drive men to this sort of tolerance for disgust and horror.]

I am sorry, for... for the indignity and the hurt. I feel guilty to put you through this, but not... remorseful. [He wouldn't change what he did, after all. Any way he could bring Jayce back to him, Viktor would attempt again and again. Even if it caused him to go utterly mad.

Already feels that way, but at least he's content in his madness. Happy, even.]

Can you move any of your limbs? Feel beyond just pain?