Viktor gives a small, sad smile of acknowledgement -- Lisbeth's instructions and the sunken-in expression. He doesn't feign confidence so much as refuse to acknowledge his reservations.

"Whatever you need."

Sacred geometry? This shit 8is way out of his element. He has to trust himself, trust his friends, who know he's never done this before.

Viktor glances to Marcus, who he'd foolishly thought would be leading this somehow. Seems like better work for an exorcist than an atomic bomb.

"We're gonna find his soul. Then we're gonna, what? Hold him down and shove it back in?"
He doesn't want to ask, but someone has to. "What if it doesn't work?"