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Being the leader of the Guild, Roderich made it part of his personal duty to know at least somewhat the happenings on board the ship. Of course, he couldn’t track everything, but there were certain members who were much easier to keep an eye on.

Samiri and Viktor for example.

Oh yes, Roderich had seen the developments. He wasn’t blind to what was going on. Somehow he always managed to catch glimpses of conversations and passing glances. It was almost too much to believe. Viktor of all people, pining after-- well, anyone? Apparently, it was more likely than he thought. Because it didn’t take a genius to see just what was going on here. Or perhaps it just took an outside viewer, because Roderich was fairly certain Samiri had no earthly idea. 

And what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t try to confront this problem head on, before someone got hurt? He’d had more than enough.. personal experience with Viktor to be suspicious of his activities. That and it’d be all too hilarious if Viktor actually had pure intentions. So he opened up some room in his schedule and promptly called Viktor to his office.

Kaspar looks up from his computer, having been previously viewing surveillance footage in and around Mafia control territory. Viktor was right. All he was doing these days was work. Ever since the event, he’s been laboring day and night, trying to find everyone that was with them at the murder house. So far, he hasn’t had much luck. 

Really, at this point, Roderich rarely expects to have a calm day. Though he was hoping to just relax and finish up recovering from the attack. But of course, that wasn’t to be. He barely glanced up from the book he was reading when the door was busted down.

After a long, long pause, Roderich opened the door of his room just a crack in order to glare out at Viktor.

Roderich was in shock. His vice leader, dead. One of his only friends. He’d been viewing this event from a distance, not wishing to get too invested. This was just a novel after all.

He hadn’t accounted for how it would feel to actually see someone he cared about dead.

So when Viktor suddenly approached, yelling at him, it took him a moment to respond.

Roderich paused, tensing at the sound of an all too familiar voice. His face paled slightly, though he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Of all the people to arrive, why did it have to be this man?