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[Viktor thinks that too, from what he's heard, and he might say as much if he wasn't so busy despairing over the loss of life wrought by his technology. There's some relief when Kyle sits next to him, and he finds himself leaning in almost automatically, a reflex. Given the opportunity, he'll tuck himself against Kyle regardless of whether or not the embrace is returned.]

I know you don't.

[Blame him for this. Viktor charts the path from his cure to this new technological development anyway, and lets out a choked sort of noise into Kyle's shoulder.]

You need to get out of prison.