[Together. It feels good to even hear the word, even if there's much that Viktor can't bring himself to say. How does he explain, that he built this body as a shield against Jayce's rejection? That he wanted to become this in part because it meant he wouldn't have to feel anything? How can he look at him, when he used this form to end countless versions of Piltover?
Jayce reaches out and touches him anyway. He skirts around the open wound, trailing fingers down what remains of his face. Viktor leans forward, shoulders slumping in defeat.]
All of those people, Jayce.
[He shouldn't be here. When they finished it, back in Piltover, that should have been the end. Even together, he isn't sure how to move forward.]
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Jayce reaches out and touches him anyway. He skirts around the open wound, trailing fingers down what remains of his face. Viktor leans forward, shoulders slumping in defeat.]
All of those people, Jayce.
[He shouldn't be here. When they finished it, back in Piltover, that should have been the end. Even together, he isn't sure how to move forward.]