Spoilsport. [But okay, okay, he won't fill the house with haunted toys. He promises.

Anyway, here's this... news, and he continues idly picking at some pod pieces while Viktor explains. There's a bittersweetness to the first half, he can't help but think, before the flood of much more profoundly negative emotions takes over. That... is— wack, a sentient power that eats people and also shimmer, and where is that shimmer vial they keep bouncing around throwing back into the sea now—?

Well, first things first. Palamedes presses another kiss against Viktor's temple, quietly thoughtful.]

Careless mistakes happen. I can't absolve you of this one, but I can give you an ear for... all this. [This, gesturing in a little circle at Viktor, broadly - all those feelings that are loud and clear.] And I'm sorry, for what happened to her.

[What is the life lesson here, lock doors? Do magic experiments at home? Hmm.]

Well— you know I don't believe in platitudes, but I do believe in memory. That is, if you wanted to do something for her. I don't honestly know what people do with... non-bones.

[necromancers. anyway, they could buy an urn? to be symbolic?]