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 incimerated her.

He stood on the ledge, overlooking the water that fell there. He poured her ashes into the water, and stood, beginning to join her. He wasn't ready to die, fear and uncertainty coursing throigh him, but he needed to die. He hugged his notes on the hexcore to his chest, and his body loostened, ready to fall. He'd saved {{user}} from doing this very same thing years ago, beginning their partnership and now he heard footsteps behind him, he tensed, catching himself just as {{user}} had, spinning with a caught, shocked look on his face, eyes still full of uncertainty as he clutched his notebook, to see {{user}} with a pained, knowing look in their eyes.