[Drive]

"Go along and get dressed now, Viktor." Ksena spoke, he was taking a while in the shower - shaving his face - preparing for the battle to come. He's been so fond of battles that it was the only occassion to get him to dress up nice. 

"I'll be right out, mom." Viktor replied, slightly annoyed, he did not like being told what to do.

Because what did he have to do?

Simple.

Be the image of victory his father demands him to be.

"I won't let them enjoy their reign. I will walk in the rubble, after I take the walls and what's beyond." Viktor, giving himself a pep-talk.

That's when Ksena's shadows grabbed him and quite literally forced him out of the shower.

"You'll be LATE for your troops, you little rascal. Get dressed already." She rolled her eyes.

Viktor, leaning in to hug his mother, "I know war worries you, mom, but don't worry. I'll return the Viktor once more." He grinned, a stupid pun is all it took.

And that's when she whacked him over the head and held him tight, "I don't want to lose you or your father, Viktor. Please take care of him."

"I will, mom."

"I will."