That has him snorting, even if he can't disagree the damaged lungs are a sign of the undercity through and through. Viktor pockets the rag with a grimace to say, "I thought the same, you know. I resolved that our world is no longer a concern of mine and should not be clung to with the obsessive hope many sleepers have. Clean slate, is that the word for it?

"It's not that simple, it turns out. One way or the other." He doesn't move to follow at least, so fine, Silco is free to slip away.