[If Steve had meant to press his buttons, it works. Victor finds himself annoyed at how easily he can be baited as much as at the other man for being in his way.]
It doesn't matter now. [Rubbing his forehead, he repeats this sentiment with surety, and with greater confidence.] You should leave me be for your own sake.
[Because he's coming. The Creature. Victor can feel his presence closing in like a clammy hand on the back of his neck. Steve will find more than just a work station in shambles and a scientist plying his trade in the hopes of warding off his demons if he stays; Victor can't protect him any more than he'd protected Van Helsing at the last.
Maybe a weapon of war could slay his creation. Maybe...
He almost fails to hear Steve's question, drawing himself back to the present with a bemused sort of look.]
What? Answers, I suppose. A reason. There must be a reason, or our presence here seems a waste.
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It doesn't matter now. [Rubbing his forehead, he repeats this sentiment with surety, and with greater confidence.] You should leave me be for your own sake.
[Because he's coming. The Creature. Victor can feel his presence closing in like a clammy hand on the back of his neck. Steve will find more than just a work station in shambles and a scientist plying his trade in the hopes of warding off his demons if he stays; Victor can't protect him any more than he'd protected Van Helsing at the last.
Maybe a weapon of war could slay his creation. Maybe...
He almost fails to hear Steve's question, drawing himself back to the present with a bemused sort of look.]
What? Answers, I suppose. A reason. There must be a reason, or our presence here seems a waste.