The hexcore killed her. Ashes. Ashes was all that was left of the sweet Zaunite girl that he'd known all his life. She'd never paid much attention to him, at least he hadn't thought she had. He'd wished to be like her and her friends in childhood, and now, while wishing to be like him, she'd been turned to ash. She'd thought that Viktor's touching the hexcore was a mistake, hearing him scream she tried to save him, and the energy had incinerated her. Now he sat on the floor in his underclothes, reading her notes, looking at her glasses, sobbing. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, but continuously, the idea ran through his mind that he killed her.

{{user}} was awake late, burning the midnight oil, walking into the lab to see Viktor curled in on himself on the floor, sitting on bent knees, body bent over so he was in the fetal position with his hands outstretched, holding her letters.