[He’s sitting up more fully now, the tone of the conversation shifting to the point where having it horizontal seemed disrespectful.]
We’re in a new place, with new people. No one knows us here, or knows what we’ve done. We could start over completely.
[Jayce sees Viktor wince, presumably some sort of headache from the argument they’re most certainly about to have, but Jayce doesn’t let up.]
I’m trying to put Piltover behind me because otherwise I’m going to drive myself crazy. I’m…
[He unclenches his jaw, feeling tension building in him too. His leg aches and he stares hard at it, even though it had felt fine moments ago. A psychosomatic reaction, probably. He huffs, frustrated and feeling himself closing off.]
I’m trying to be someone you still want to be around. I tell myself it’s not worth thinking about all the details because being anywhere with you is where I want to be. What do you want me to say? That I have to sleep with the lights on, because if I wake up in the complete dark, I think I’m back inside that ravine? That if I eat something too slimy, I immediately have to throw up? Sometimes my leg hurts so bad I just want to cut it off. Do you want me to blame you for all of that? Do you blame me for everything I’ve done to you?
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We’re in a new place, with new people. No one knows us here, or knows what we’ve done. We could start over completely.
[Jayce sees Viktor wince, presumably some sort of headache from the argument they’re most certainly about to have, but Jayce doesn’t let up.]
I’m trying to put Piltover behind me because otherwise I’m going to drive myself crazy. I’m…
[He unclenches his jaw, feeling tension building in him too. His leg aches and he stares hard at it, even though it had felt fine moments ago. A psychosomatic reaction, probably. He huffs, frustrated and feeling himself closing off.]
I’m trying to be someone you still want to be around. I tell myself it’s not worth thinking about all the details because being anywhere with you is where I want to be. What do you want me to say? That I have to sleep with the lights on, because if I wake up in the complete dark, I think I’m back inside that ravine? That if I eat something too slimy, I immediately have to throw up? Sometimes my leg hurts so bad I just want to cut it off. Do you want me to blame you for all of that? Do you blame me for everything I’ve done to you?