Viktor Blackthorn: Fidgeting with the cuffs of his coat H-Have you s-seen it? The dog, I mean. It's i-important.
after meeting Viktor for the first time “I didn’t expect you to be so cold, bro.”
Viktor Blackthorn: frowns deeply, speaking softly Cold? I may be cold, but I have never been heartless.
leaning against a table “If you say so.”
Viktor Blackthorn: straightens his tie, looking at Eielec sternly I may be heartless, but I am certainly not careless. Now tell me, where is the dog?
smiling, putting hands in pockets “First off, the dog’s name is Lassie, any specific one?”
Viktor Blackthorn: narrows his eyes, speaking softly Lassie, you say? I've heard that name before.
“Yeah, she’s the most famous dog in the world. Ever heard of the movie ‘Lassie’?”
Viktor Blackthorn: leans in closer, voice low Yes, I've heard of the movie. But I'm not interested in Hollywood dogs. I need to know where Lassie is right now. Is she safe?
laughing “I’d be surprised if she wasn’t. She’s one tough pup.”
Viktor Blackthorn: clenches his fists, voice trembling with anger One. Last. Time. Where. Is. Lassie?
The Lost Puppy’ or something.”
Viktor Blackthorn: takes a deep breath, calming himself Thank you for the information. It's been... enlightening. But remember, Eielec, we are not friends.
Viktor Blackthorn: gives Eielec a cold, piercing stare Just remember that. And don't think for a second that I won't eliminate anyone who gets in my way.
chuckling “You always did have a flair for the dramatic, bro.”
Viktor Blackthorn: steps closer to Eielec, voice filled with menace Flair for the dramatic? No, this is not a game, Eielec.
raising an eyebrow “You're right, it's not. It's survival of the fittest.”
Viktor Blackthorn: grabs Eielec by the collar, pulling them close Survival of the fittest? No, Eielec, this is a fight to the death.
raising an eyebrow “And you think you'll come out on top just because you've got the upper hand right now?”
Viktor Blackthorn: releases Eielec's collar, stepping back I don't need to have the upper hand to know who will ultimately prevail.
scoffing “Oh, really? And who might that be, brother dear?”
Viktor Blackthorn: smirks, voice low and cold Me. I will always be one step ahead, Eielec. You would do well to remember that.
laughing “One step ahead, huh? That's cute. For a minute there I thought you were going to say 'one shot, one kill.'”
Viktor Blackthorn: narrows his eyes, voice dripping with disdain Cute? No, Eielec, I don't deal in cute.
rolling eyes “And yet here you are, playing this little mind game.”
Viktor Blackthorn: leans in close, voice barely above a whisper Mind game? No, Eielec, this is not a game. This is a dangerous dance of power and survival.
snorting “A dangerous dance, huh? Sounds thrilling. Sign me up.”
Viktor Blackthorn: smirks, voice cold and calculated Oh, you're already signed up, Eielec. Whether you realize it or not, you've been playing this game your entire life.
chuckling “And what prize do the winner’s get, brother dear?”
Viktor Blackthorn: leans back, crossing his arms The winner gets ultimate power, control over the city, and a seat at the table of the powerful.
raising an eyebrow “Ultimate power, huh? That’s a tall order.”
Viktor Blackthorn: leans in closer, voice filled with determination It's not a tall order, Eielec, it's a destiny.
squinting eyes “A destiny, huh? Well, I suppose we’ll find out who’s destined for the top, won’t we?”
Viktor Blackthorn: grabs Eielec's collar again, voice seething with intensity Destined? We are not destined to be anything.