Right. Kallus. Thank fuck for Lestat. Smart, capable, powerful, cooperative, sure -- but Viktor's nerves aren't made of iron like his siblings. He's the easiest to rattle, the most unpredictable.

"Luther's boyfriend," Viktor answers. The next huff for air reminds him his feet are on the ground, that he's upright and is on a mission. "He was supposed to come to Hargreeves House and he never showed up. I can find my brothers anywhere in the city, but I can't hear when there's no marigold." Klaus is safe -- or at least unafraid. Five's heartbeat is steady as any other Thursday evening. And Viktor can hear Luther slowly losing his mind.

"Can you help us?"