Until Darrow, the only power Viktor had known was within his siblings, later himself -- much later the Sparrows. Power their father hadn't possessed. It never occurred to him to wonder how long the power had been around, to wonder what had come before. Not until now, Lestat moving uncomfortably closer, has Viktor ever felt power and thought ancient. Unmistakably. The energy is cooler-toned than any he's felt from his world or any other.

"I don't know him very well." Is all Viktor can think to say. This is an awful time to get sidetracked.