Victor numbly followed the rest, his were open, he wasn't seeing anyone. He was remembering, it had been so long. How could Morte--no, Niddhogg be alive?! Victor had killed him with his own hands.
"He keeps coming back. . ." Victor muttered over and over to himself. "Why?"
This was all his fault, he didn't deserve to be with these people. They were so pure it hurt. . .he didn't even deserve to be around the other him, Victor. . .how he wished this had never happened! They knew it would, though. That's why he had been chosen, They wanted to punish him. He smiled wickedly, then looked at Spati.
Poor Spati, he was in for so much pain and hardship. Victor knew exactly what he would be going through; after all hadn't he been put through the same sort of torture?!
"Oh Niddhogg, I failed to kill you once, but this time I won't miss." His voice deathly soft. Victor smiled.