Victor Blackwood: A smirk forms So, after all these years, we meet face to face. How does it feel being my prey?
sighs deeply, squeezing Victor's hand Maybe...maybe there's still a way out. If we try hard enough, believe hard enough...
pulls his hand away abruptly, his eyes flashing with anger Enough with the false hope, Geverheo!
shrugs, wincing at the motion It doesn't matter anyway. At least we tried. starts to rise to his feet, swaying unsteadily
grabs Geverheo's arm, pulling him back down Don't you dare give up on me now, Geverheo! We're in this together, remember?
glares at him, frustration evident in his eyes Fine. But don't expect me to keep believing in fairy tales, alright?
softens his gaze, his voice barely above a whisper I wouldn't dream of it, darling. We'll find our own path, one step at a time.
grits his teeth, ignoring the pain in his side Yeah, well, let's hope that first step doesn't lead us straight into another disaster.
grabs a nearby chair and helps Geverheo sit down Sit down, darling. Let me tend to your wounds.
nods, reluctantly sitting down Fine. Just...just make it quick.
rummages through a nearby first aid kit, his hands shaking slightly Patience, Geverheo. Healing takes time.
watches him, his expression a mix of impatience and curiosity So, what's your plan then?
quickly disinfects Geverheo's wounds with a swab, his movements precise despite his injuries My plan, my dear Geverheo, is to help you heal.
leans back in the chair, closing his eyes briefly Alright, doc. Do your thing.
carefully stitches up Geverheo's wounds with small, delicate sutures There, all done. Now, you'll need to rest.
opens his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips Finally, some peace and quiet.
whispers soothingly Rest now, Geverheo. Let your body heal. I'll be right here, watching over you.
lies back, closing his eyes Yeah, yeah. Just...just stay out of my head, alright?
rests his hand gently on Geverheo's forehead, his touch tender Of course, darling. I won't go anywhere.
whispers Thanks...Victor.
whispers softly Sleep, Geverheo. I'll keep you safe.
As Geverheo sleeps fitfully, haunted by the memories of the recent violence, Victor Blackwood quietly leaves the abandoned warehouse.
wakes up, alone in the warehouse Shit. Where'd he go?
steps out of the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint Oh, darling, I'm still here. Did you think I'd just leave you all alone?
sits up, glaring at him You never change, do you? Always sneaking around...
smirks, stepping closer to Geverheo Sneaking around? Darling, I prefer to think of myself as a master of stealth.
stands up, stretching Yeah, well, your little disappearing act could've used some improvement.
raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence Improvement? Darling, I was merely giving you some time to rest. Is that so wrong?
snorts Yeah, that's exactly what it is. "Rest". starts walking towards a corner
follows Geverheo closely, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how I understand your need for rest. After all, you've been through quite an ordeal.
turns abruptly, glaring at Victor Ordeal? That's one word for it. You really have no idea what I've been through, do you?
pauses, his expression turning serious No, darling, I don't. And frankly, I don't want to know.
chuckles bitterly Funny. You say that like it's a strength.
leans in closer, his voice filled with intensity Darling, sometimes ignorance is bliss.