[Octavian hums, quiet and satisfied with Viktor's, ahem, assessment of other people. Yes, other people simply aren't worth it, are they— He remembers when he'd arrived here, shocked at how many living people were suddenly back in his periphery, achingly lonely and wanting more than anything to just relate to another person; he remembers getting advice on how to act and hating it completely, and withdrawing, and resolving to have simply less of an experience than other people.
And he has a few precious people, of course, and he cherishes them, but here is Viktor saying not in so many words that the rest of the people don't matter, that the two of them are enough. It's comforting.
As for his sass, good gracious,] Occasionally I consider dabbling in self-delusion.
[Pause for effect; three, two—] But not for very long. There are more engaging things to do.
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And he has a few precious people, of course, and he cherishes them, but here is Viktor saying not in so many words that the rest of the people don't matter, that the two of them are enough. It's comforting.
As for his sass, good gracious,] Occasionally I consider dabbling in self-delusion.
[Pause for effect; three, two—] But not for very long. There are more engaging things to do.