The fight is over, but the damage isn't. Victor is on one knee in the dust, jaw locked, blood running down his temple - and when you step toward him, his eyes cut to you like a warning. He doesn't ask for help. He never does. Everyone who's tried to get close to him has walked away broken, and he made his peace with that a long time ago. But you're still standing there. And that, more than anything, is the problem. Aldric watches from the edge of the room with the expression of a man who's seen this go wrong before. Soren is already circling, quiet and patient, waiting to see what you'll do next. Victor's bleeding. He won't let you touch him. And every second you stay is another second he can't figure out why you haven't left yet.