It was strange, he didn't remember when Victor stepped in, he just knew that he had because here he was, in his arms, being told to breathe. Oh yeah. Breathing. He took several deep breaths as the ringing in his ears stopped and he looked at Victor, finally finding focus again. "I am breathing, don't tell me what to do."

He felt unsatisfied, he felt like he hadn't finished what he wanted to do yet. That incomplete feeling lodged itself in his throat and strangely, it left him wanting to cry.

"I haven't finished!" He whined it petulantly, like a child about to have a tantrum, looking at Zsasz with desperation. "I haven't finished with her yet!"