[ His expression briefly softens - he's glad, too, that Viktor didn't need to use his weapon to defend either of them. But he doesn't raise his eyes until Viktor mentions the dream. There's a flicker of uncertainty again across his features before he nods. The war god came to him with his sword as judgement and the sun to burn him to ash. He'd woken to the faint scent of smoldering flesh seeming to linger around him.
Everyone he spoke to had seen some version of the same thing, because everyone he's spoken to about it has taken a life.
There's a pause, and his brow furrows. ]
What did you see?
[ The dream would have been different for Viktor. ]
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Everyone he spoke to had seen some version of the same thing, because everyone he's spoken to about it has taken a life.
There's a pause, and his brow furrows. ]
What did you see?
[ The dream would have been different for Viktor. ]