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Why did Alina choose Viktor in the end? A mystery for the ages considering she was much less like him than she was like Yuri himself. Opposites attract, so they say, but she wasn't the opposite of Vitya either, just not the same, not the way she was the same as her longtime frenemy.
Even more confusingly, she'd claimed to love him. More than once, and God knows how difficult it was to draw such a phrase from her mouth. Even worse than that, she'd borne his child, at great cost to herself, and still she chose his closest friend, who had not been involved in the turgid turmoil nearly so closely. It made no sense.
The lack of sense making and the aching head it gave Yuri reached a point where he decided to simply ask someone. No, not Alina, who would either lie or simply shoot him down, but Viktor, who might be gruff but who would display an empathy towards the reject that the woman in question would, or could not.
But Viktor pulled a quidditch stunt, and dropped his best friend from a great height.
"Because you two would kill each other, ending up as embracing skeletons in a burnt down house, that's why." he said, stomping past Yuri with his broom on his shoulder, wet grass leaving dark patches on his boots. The morning was still mist shrouded, making the trees surrounding Viktor's home appear like lurking blue giants, moisture clogging the lungs of his visitor.
Yuri's robes and coat created a slug trail across the dewy grass, flattening it into a wide silver thread. "So it is not because she doesn't love me."
"Hmpf. Funny to hear you concerned about such a thing. No, Yura. It is because she loves you too much. Me she has always been objective about."
"Why are you not attempting to hurt me for that? If it were the other way around-"
Swinging around abruptly, Viktor almost delivers a glancing blow to his mate with the end of his broom, but the latter is too quick, and dodges. Black eyes meet brown. "Because this way I get to keep you both, instead of losing you both. That's a great deal, my friend."