Victor enjoyed the hunt, reveled in the feeling of flesh giving beneath his claws, loved how the scent of blood would flood his senses as his claws pierced his prey… He was an addict. His drug? The scent of fear. He was a man who let the beast control what he did. He loved when his prey struggled fruitlessly, to see the panic in their eyes.
There was one thing he loved more; fighting with Jimmy. He wanted to see his brother let loose. As Victor always said, they're animals. Jimmy just hasn't let go of his humanity.
Not yet.