[This line of questioning diverts Victor in a better way. He pulls himself straight, mentally - where has he been hiding this steel? Collapsing onto the path fate has set him upon; it doesn't enter his mind. So long as she survived, he will too.]

Yes. I see myself having no problems. In fact, I would find a relief in encountering them; for they could be handled and put to bed. And if this world is as progressive as you believe, I have nothing to despair.