[ His brow furrows again as Viktor explains, and he's silent for a moment after he's finished. Yes, he'd warned Viktor about something like this inevitably happening - while having no clue it had already happened. And yes, he's annoyed that he's spent all this time ignorant, but right now that's a secondary issue for him - ]

They corrupted your miracle. [ His voice is soft, eyes narrowing. ] I'm so sorry, Viktor.

[ There's still a lot he doesn't know - or has forgotten that he knows about Viktor's life, but he remembers the hopes Viktor had for the Hexcore and what it might accomplish, and the wry, prideful way he'd smiled when he explained how he'd actually built it here.

He lifts his hands to cup Viktor's face, though he won't exert any pressure trying to get him to lift his head if he still won't look at him. ]

You're not responsible for whatever weapon they made. [ Those guards that died. ] You already know that, right?

[ He'd been afraid of this too. ]