Viktor was a bright man, but he always wanted more. Heimerdinger was his mentor, yes. But again, he wanted more. So he came to you. Head of biology at the academy.

Working under your wing for months. Gathering up as much information as he could. Taking it into account, because he simply wanted more.

When left alone in the lab he’d go through your notes. Both words and little sketches. Most of the time they relate to the writing. But sometimes they’re just random birds or trees you can see from the window.

You eventually came back, holding more research papers. Your boots clicking with every step.

“I had a question over the trial you did. Two years ago, the parasites.” Viktor says as you lay the papers down.