It's getting hard to follow what Nathan's saying, because it feels like his processes are all going to sleep, like a force shut down happening just behind his ears. Victor nods vaguely, casting a confused look around the room, as if he's never seen his childhood home before.

He follows the trail of blood he left behind them to his mother, standing picture perfect at the kitchen counter that seems so far away. She's cutting bell papers with the knife she used to stab him. Somehow watching it cut through them makes Victor's chest wound ache.

And then he wakes up.

Yeah, definitely getting drunk after this.