You...went against Heimerdinger, for me? [ There is so much that Jayce is saying that Viktor almost can't compute. He knows from his touch with the arcane at the hexgates something was...different, he was different, in that moment. The hexcore calling to him like a siren, drawing him in with its song of change and improvement to his eroding body. He has to wonder why he has given up on himself. What would cause him to want to destroy something that could potentially save his life?
He sees now why it did what it did. A vessel, perhaps? To gain a will and extend its force, its influence. Viktor has never had much agency or choice in his life, his death was destined well before he was even born. His jaw tightens as he watches Jayce before looking away. The betrayal that he hasn't even experienced makes his chest hurt, and the fact that he now knows he will die from an explosion, no less, and Jayce is unable to accept it, so much so that the thought of using something like the hexcore on him was his only choice left.
Upon hearing such a revelation, he almost can't accept it himself, but somehow he can see it. His life was always meant to be cut short, regardless of how or why. His expression is uncertain, angry for a fleeting moment, before it shifts into something neutral. His voice is soft when he finally does find the words to speak.
It's so much that it might almost be too much. His grip on his crutch is tense, knuckles white from the pressure he's exerting. His mind reeling as he tries to absorb and take all of this in. But he had asked before this conversation about what had happened to them both, and now he finally got his answer, but he also has more questions. ]
I died. [ It's said with such acceptance and finality that it makes the air run cold. Of course, he's already died here, so the thought of dying back home isn't so surprising anymore to him. Maybe dying in that explosion would be quick, unlike his time here, where he was gasping and drowning in his blood as blooms of flowers pierced his lungs. Or perhaps his death was even worse back home. ]
You broke a promise, and took my life into your own hands when I was ready and willing to accept death. You...never could, could you, Jayce? Accept my limited time. But I never considered that you would...go so far. [ His tone is somber and shaky as he continues. ]
Of course I would be angry. [ A pause as he looks down at the floor. ]
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He sees now why it did what it did. A vessel, perhaps? To gain a will and extend its force, its influence. Viktor has never had much agency or choice in his life, his death was destined well before he was even born. His jaw tightens as he watches Jayce before looking away. The betrayal that he hasn't even experienced makes his chest hurt, and the fact that he now knows he will die from an explosion, no less, and Jayce is unable to accept it, so much so that the thought of using something like the hexcore on him was his only choice left.
Upon hearing such a revelation, he almost can't accept it himself, but somehow he can see it. His life was always meant to be cut short, regardless of how or why. His expression is uncertain, angry for a fleeting moment, before it shifts into something neutral. His voice is soft when he finally does find the words to speak.
It's so much that it might almost be too much. His grip on his crutch is tense, knuckles white from the pressure he's exerting. His mind reeling as he tries to absorb and take all of this in. But he had asked before this conversation about what had happened to them both, and now he finally got his answer, but he also has more questions. ]
I died. [ It's said with such acceptance and finality that it makes the air run cold. Of course, he's already died here, so the thought of dying back home isn't so surprising anymore to him. Maybe dying in that explosion would be quick, unlike his time here, where he was gasping and drowning in his blood as blooms of flowers pierced his lungs. Or perhaps his death was even worse back home. ]
You broke a promise, and took my life into your own hands when I was ready and willing to accept death. You...never could, could you, Jayce? Accept my limited time. But I never considered that you would...go so far. [ His tone is somber and shaky as he continues. ]
Of course I would be angry. [ A pause as he looks down at the floor. ]
What happens then? After I left?