*Victor mumbles a few words*

 

Nikita: What's that? I can't hear you.

Victor: Your parents...

Nikita: That's the last thing we should be talking about...

 

*Victor rests his hand on Nikita's shoulder*

 

Nikita: Victor... everything is going to be okay, we'll get through this. I promise.

Victor: Your parents... it was my fault, Nikita.

Nikita: What???

Victor: Everything... is my... fault.

Nikita: WHAT!? What is this? What are you talking about???