you’ve always wanted to cure what you thought were weaknesses. but you were never broken, viktor. there’s beauty in imperfections. they made you what you are. an inseparable piece of everything i admired about you
i thought that i could bring an end to the world's suffering. but when every equation was solved, all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude. there is no prize to perfection, only an end to pursuit. in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you can show me this