[A military what, indeed. His first meeting with Sephiroth hadn't been on the best of terms--sure, the conversation was civil, but they'd both just arrived to the barracks and Viktor himself had been in sort of a Mood. Still, he remembers the understanding that the barracks would have been familiar to the other man, so he's fairly confident in saying that they have some kind of soldier on their hands.
And Geralt seems to know what he's doing. Pigeons. Monsters. What's the difference, really?
Viktor shades his eyes with his free hand, squinting up at the scene playing out.]
Someone is going to fall off the roof.
[Ugh, and then he'll be accessory to manslaughter, or something, because he's one of two parties who made them go up there in the first place.]
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And Geralt seems to know what he's doing. Pigeons. Monsters. What's the difference, really?
Viktor shades his eyes with his free hand, squinting up at the scene playing out.]
Someone is going to fall off the roof.
[Ugh, and then he'll be accessory to manslaughter, or something, because he's one of two parties who made them go up there in the first place.]