Viktor Pov

The irony of having to handle carcinogens for his studies was not lost on Viktor. It would be too fortunate if i lived long enough to die of from this, of all things. Still, he pulled on the thick nitrile gloves. One would not want to be kicked out for disobeying safety regulations. All this bother over a little bit of benzaldehyde. Viktor scoffed under his breath. It came out sounding like a weak cough.

handle something as innocuous as benzaldehyde felt ridiculous.

At his side, Jayce commented ecstatically: “Woah, this smells just like marzipan,"—