Victor sends a look back to Nathan, expression clouded with ow that knife fucking hurt and general confusion. His reactions and movements are pretty slowed by the fucking knife in his chest but, hesitantly, he manages a dull nod.

"She's.. not," he mumbles and struggles to stand up straight, failing pretty spectacularly at that and struggling to right himself with a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "My mom's not a r-" Oh shit, Marianella's coming back! And given this is a fucking kitchen, she's armed herself with a new knife.

Victor gives Nathan one more shove, only this time it's less angry and more with the intention of getting him out of harm's way. Doing so upturns Victor's already tenuous sense of balance and Victor falls to an ungainly heap on the floor. Landing on the goddamn knife only serves to make a painful moment hurt a million times more, so Victor hauls the knife from his chest- because this is a dream, maybe he won't bleed into his lungs and die in minutes- and flings the weapon across the floor, clattering to a stop near Nathan. Marinella stands over the two boys with- oh goddamnit, that's a fucking meat cleaver.

Victor's not sure if it's fear or actually dying that's making it hard to breathe. It's jsut a dream, right? So wake up, wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeup!!