Marcus Hello, Father. Marcus Ah. The predictable heart, that never thaws. Pity it beats within such a fool. The Eldest of the Immortals... yet you have made no attempt to seize your Destiny. Marcus And that Petty Sentiment explains why you rejected your sons? Why you stood by for over half-a-millenium... while William suffered alone, in darkness? No, Father. I have respect for your petty sentiment. Viktor's key. Where is it?