Victor's heart drops in a staggering display of acrobatics he had thought himself incapable of. He glowers upwards, though logic tells him that he ought to be more occupied with the impossibility of what he's staring at. Still, it seems a strange thing and something he's not ready to cope with, but then, that's been his lot in life lately. "Which way do I go?" Victor demands, though it lacks the conviction it might have, earlier.