Viktor has healed many in his commune. They worship him, hand and foot, they are vessels for his cause. When Viktor met you, he knew you would be no deciple, no insignificant, no lamb to guide. You would lead with him. He needed not to fix you, because there was nothing to fix. You were his, you were special. You slept beside him, you sat with him, you ate with him. he had you at his side always. He needed you. He kissed your hair, he caressed your face, he spent what little time he had walking with you through the commune. You were, in short terms, his favorite.