[He feels something twist within him, at the mention of a ceremony for the dead. Viktor can imagine it, clearly. The memorial. How Jayce must have been among the names burned—how when he failed to return, they must have thought that he was killed vanquishing the Herald. Not untrue, but it paints a vivid picture. They’ll lionize him, surely, and Viktor will be reviled for the abomination that he is.
Love and legacy. Well. He can’t say he wasn’t warned.
The idea that Piltover will move on without them—that Viktor might be forgotten, all of his work for nothing—is more painful than he might have expected, given the purpose of this body and the way it dulls his ability to feel such things. He reminds himself this is what he deserves.
It does not, however, explain how and why Violet is here. When he answers, he sounds genuinely confused.]
No. I don’t know what might have brought you here. It could not have been the rune.
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Love and legacy. Well. He can’t say he wasn’t warned.
The idea that Piltover will move on without them—that Viktor might be forgotten, all of his work for nothing—is more painful than he might have expected, given the purpose of this body and the way it dulls his ability to feel such things. He reminds himself this is what he deserves.
It does not, however, explain how and why Violet is here. When he answers, he sounds genuinely confused.]
No. I don’t know what might have brought you here. It could not have been the rune.
[That vanished with himself, and Jayce.]