[ Viktor's eyes sharpen at that as he looks away and frowns as brows knit together. His hand instinctively curls into the bed sheets as he lets out a soft scoff at Jayce's words. ]

That would be ideal, would it not? I do wish that it were that simple, Jayce. But I know of it. I know what I have done not just to you but to all those people...and you want me to simply forget it in the first place?

[ And here he will wince as that familiar headache returns, one that has persisted since his arrival here and only conjures images of his face splitting into two. He will bring a hand to his temple as those thousands of voices screaming out their dreams, their desires, ring in his head. ]

I do not think this place is that forgiving to allow me that. I do not think I am allowed to have such things either.