He did, yeah. He stared at the words as if they'd turn into something else. But of course they weren't going to.

Don't worry about it. Just hoped it would be different somehow for you, he typed back, then hesitated.

He didn't ask how the other Victor was, because he knew that too. (Mourning, with a very odd side of holy-shit-I-have-powers excitement.) And of course he didn't need to ask what had happened. He thought about asking whether she wished he'd warned her -- but he didn't want to know the answer to that one, and his masochism only ran so deep.

Give the other me a hug, OK? And try to get Chase to quit being so ... Chase at him.