"Hey, it's okay," Luther murmurs, holding Viktor securely, one massive hand at the back of Viktor's head, that spot that seems so much more vulnerable with his hair cut like this. It calms him too, to be able to hug his brother, something he now understands he's wanted since he was old enough to be shoved into the Number One role-- to protect and comfort his family.
He lets Viktor go when it's time, but stays close, knee to knee, listening, his jaw clenching and flexing.
"Hey," he says again, reaching out to steady Viktor by the shoulder. "None of that was your fault. Dad had some horrible master plan with the bells, and he-- he played all of us. Again." It's easier, too, to focus on Viktor, to not let his mind run wild with worry about if Sloane had been in the same pain, if Allison hadn't, about any of the really ugly stuff he can't examine yet.
"So it's the same deal, kind of. We're remembering things we haven't lived, and my tape stopped before yours."
Because he's dead. In their shambles of a timeline, he's dead. Man, does that suck.
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Date: 2022-07-14 10:34 pm (UTC)He lets Viktor go when it's time, but stays close, knee to knee, listening, his jaw clenching and flexing.
"Hey," he says again, reaching out to steady Viktor by the shoulder. "None of that was your fault. Dad had some horrible master plan with the bells, and he-- he played all of us. Again." It's easier, too, to focus on Viktor, to not let his mind run wild with worry about if Sloane had been in the same pain, if Allison hadn't, about any of the really ugly stuff he can't examine yet.
"So it's the same deal, kind of. We're remembering things we haven't lived, and my tape stopped before yours."
Because he's dead. In their shambles of a timeline, he's dead. Man, does that suck.