And at the sickening thud the all-consuming rage wisped away in the blink of an eye, leaving her with a deafening coldness, like a hearth gone too long without a fire. Slowly, she dropped to the floor eyeing her brother's body, too fixated on the physical to notice the other Victor. He wasn't moving. Victor wasn't moving. No. No. She hadn't meant for this to happen. He wasn't supposed to be so close to the stairs. He wasn't supposed to move. He wasn't supposed to fall! She'd only wanted to show him that she was serious and words didn't seem to be working so maybe just maybe if she pushed him just a little - she wasn't even strong enough to do anything or so she thought.

Keeping low to the ground, she crept down the stairs, crawling more than walking as she didn't quite trust her legs to keep her upright if she attempted to climb down. He was dead. He had to be. He wasn't the type to pull this as a joke. Maybe if it was Oscar she'd entertain the possiblity of it being a joke but not with Victor.

A glimmer of motion caught her eye then and she froze halfway down the stairs. Wait that was Victor. Oh thank goodness he was alive. She's just been so worried she was imagining things. "Victor! Oh you are okay! I'm so sorry I didn't mean for you to fa-" Her voice creaked out as she slowly processed the fact she could see Victor through Victor.