Victor quietly stared up a spot above Orion's head and his pale eyes fixated. He still missed Isabelle and the pain had grown more profound in recent months. Perhaps because it happened not but twice. "... I did. She disappeared the day after the Pulse."
He rubs his mouth for a moment, eyes half closed as he gathered himself. The pain had be surprising with that question. "Good in crisis. Good in a not crisis. But very little can be done now in crisis truth be told."