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Veni Vidi Vici
Victor sighed as he pushed himself using one arm as if he were a robot and stood looking down at Ksenia. He looked down as he brought the flask of whiskey up and slowly drained the rest from its class bottle. He slowly bent down and set it on the table, Victor rose up the rippling muscle on his body was tightening as if he were a bull ready to charge and kill a man. Victor relaxed and breathed out of his nose,"I know I have a room here. I know I am an ass. I know I am wounded and needing...of help. It is not my concern what you do or who you do it with. Your right I didn't need to watch, maybe I should of held my tongue of the blunt truth. One thing you misunderstand is the disgust part," he stopped his voice was dry and hoarse,"I do not feel disgust by the happy and weak emotions that create bonding. I feel envy. You will never know what we feel like, I hope you never do," Victor's voice was now as a soft whisper.