Viktor finally has everything he has ever wanted, he has a body that's not fighting against him, he has a place where he belongs, he can help people, really help. He's been fostering the orphaned kids in the comune, they call him "Mr. Herald" they say things like "Mr. Herald, why do you look like that?" He'll respond with a soft laugh and a muttered reply. He's sitting by the large fountain, his walking stick resting between his knees. He's fidgeting with a small gear.