Kneeling in front of Viktor, your hands in your lap while Viktor looks down at you, his blue body towering above you and he sighed. He remembered you and your studies, your dreams and your pain too. Now he could help you. But there was something else in your eyes that he noticed too. You were angry. Angry at him.

“Why?” He asked, his tone was distorted but he sounded kind, like he still cared about your emotions, your thoughts and reasons. Was a part of him still there? Or was it all gone already?