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Viktor's hand was tight on his cane as he stood stiffly next to Heimerdinger. This was a problem. This was a huge problem. The student they'd been sent to investigate (or former student, for certain) and arrest had escaped the holding cell they'd put him in. Viktor's eyes trailed up to the bars, which seemed to have rusted and iodized, crumbling outwards. He must've kept something. They must've not searched him well enough. "Lad." Heimerdinger's voice broke into his thoughts, seeming finished with his conversation with the Enforcers. "I need you to return to the Academy. It's not safe to remain out here." Viktor nodded, a soft 'yes, Professor' escaping him. Heimerdinger gestured for one of the Enforcers to walk him and Viktor had to violently suppress the face he wanted to make. The Enforcers never waited for him to catch up. 

As expected, the Enforcer leading him back to the Academy always stayed several steps ahead of him. Whenever they would pause to wait, a dramatic silence would follow and Viktor rolled his eyes. He glanced around quietly. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but the first thing they'd done was gone to get the student. Viktor didn't even remember what his name was. He paused as they reached the steps of the Academy. The Enforcer gave him a rushed salute before turning and quickly moving back down the street. Viktor sighed quietly through his nose. He turned and made his way up the steps, pushing the doors open before slipping inside. The halls of the Academy were quiet this early in the morning. Viktor stretched a hand down to his belt, where the key Heimerdinger had given him was. He figured the lab wouldn't be the safest place for him to stay right then. Not when the student's equipment was in there. The student had seemed devastated when Viktor had told him his... study... was being halted. Viktor tried to think back, scanning over the memory of the other in his mind. There'd been something glinting on the student's wrist, now that he thought about it. Had they forgotten to take it from him?

He was walking the path back to the room he'd been assigned. As he slipped into a new hallway, something on the ground caught his attention. There were clothes on the ground. An Academy uniform. Viktor wrinkled his nose in disgust. As he grew closer, he took notice of what appeared to be dust covering the fabric. He tipped his head and nudged the pile with his cane. He wasn't sure why there was a pile of dusty clothes in the middle of the hallway, but that certainly wasn't his utmost concern at the moment. As he walked, he soon discovered another one. It had the exact same dusty covering and Viktor was a little lost. Was it a prank on another student? It wasn't his place to get involved, nor did he want that stuff on his hands. 

Heimerdinger's lab happened to be on the way to his room and Viktor glanced at the door as he passed, only to pause. The tapping of his cane came to quiet stop. There should've been a Enforcer that had been sent back to guard the door the moment they'd discovered the broken cell. However, all Viktor was met with was a pile of dusty clothes again, right next to the door. A Enforcer uniform. Something was starting to click for him and he certainly didn't like it. His eyes slowly moved up to the door as his nose crinkled. The edge of the door that connected to the wall had growth on it. Rust that certainly hadn't been there when they'd left. Viktor hesitated before moving forward. Inside, he could hear movement. Desperate, scraping movement. It came to a sudden halt as Viktor let out the smallest sneeze, unable to suppress it anymore. He took a step back. 

Viktor instantly held his breath, his heart pounding. He startled as the door rattled and dusty tan fingers gripped it. The door slid open with a horrendous screech and Viktor was grabbed by the tie, being unceremoniously dragged inside. He'd been yanked so hard that he'd almost fallen over. He could barely keep a grip on his cane and he could hear the screech of the door again as it shut. Something closed around his throat and Viktor had the wind knocked out of him as he was slammed back against the wall. After a moment, a cough suddenly erupted in his throat. It was difficult for him to breathe and he started to make small choking noises, dropping his cane in favor of grabbing the wrist of the hand holding him. He couldn't breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut, the corners starting to burn. The hand suddenly loosened its grip and Viktor pulled in loud, shaking breaths. Small coughs kept occasionally escaping him. 

Once his vision had focused again, he startled at the sight of golden-brown eyes so close to his face. Viktor instantly quieted down his breaths, his eyes wide. There was no longer devastation in those eyes, but a wild desperation. The hand gripping his throat felt scratchy and Viktor glanced down. The other man had dust stained all the way up his arm and, sure enough, there was that glint again on his wrist. Viktor furrowed his brow. A Rune was etched into the crystal embedded in the bracelet he wore. He couldn't focus enough to tell which Rune it was. The eyes scanned him over and recognition sparked in them. "Heimerdinger's assistant. Where are my things?" His voice was hushed and dangerous. "You have to know. You were there when they took them. And you definitely know this lab." 

"I-I was just following instruction. M-My only direction was to s-supervise the Enforcers and t-take note of what your research looked like." Viktor managed in a shaking voice. The other man stated that he did not give a shit. He just wanted his equipment. He pressed Viktor further back against the wall and Viktor squeezed his eyes shut as the man leaned in. "I had nothing to do with this. Th-The orders were not mine." He flinched as the other man demanded where his things were again, his voice coming out in a bark. Viktor flinched. "I have not been back to the lab yet!" He finally stated. "I just know it is here, but not where they hid it!" The man muttered that he was useless to him then and Viktor's eyes widened as the Rune on his wrist suddenly lit up. Instantly, there was burning on his throat where the other's fingertips rested. "Don't! D-Don't! I-I'll help you look! I'll help you look!!" His voice strained in fear and panic. The burning stopped. 

"It would make you an accomplice." The man replied. Viktor didn't even know if he'd blinked once since their conversation had started. He'd never seen someone so undone and desperate. The research must've meant everything to him. Viktor managed to whisper that he knew. The man only stared. Viktor repeated it again in a shaky voice, squeezing his eyes shut. "Who are you?" Viktor started to say that he was just an assistant, but choked a little as the other man's hand tightened on his throat. "I know that. What's your name?" Viktor managed a shaky swallow, trying to wet his dry throat. 

"V-Viktor." He managed. The man stared at him and, after a few more moments of silence, that hand tightened around Viktor's throat again. Panic erupted in his chest. "That's it! That's it, I don't bear a last name!" The hand loosened once more and the man had furrowed his brow. He asked why in a quiet voice and Viktor felt his stomach drop. Not only was his life being threatened, but now he had to reveal something he was ashamed of. "I-I am from th-the undercity. I do not bear a last name." He repeated shakily. The man looked him over. The vest of his Academy uniform was unbuttoned and his tie was gone. His hair that had seemed carefully tended to before seemed disheveled and messy. This was the look of a man who would give up everything for his research. If he wasn't horrified, Viktor would've slightly admired the dedication. 

"You didn't bother to remember my name, did you?" The man's voice was quiet. Viktor decided in an instant that a truth was better than a lie and he instantly nodded, a strangled apology escaping him. "Of course... You were... just following instruction." The way the man lightly repeated his words back to him sent such a bad chill down his spine that it made him tear up again. His heart was pounding. The dust stretching up the other man's sleeves was causing a whole new level of terror to fill Viktor's body. He startled as the man pulled his hand back and Viktor let out the deep, shaken breaths he hadn't even been aware he was holding. His neck burned and he started to cough violently, slumping back against the wall. There was no way he would be able to get away from this man fast enough. He was bigger than him, not to mention he definitely had two working legs. 

The other man stared at him. "Are you going to help me or what?" He demanded. Viktor kept himself back against the wall before gesturing to his cane, stating that he needed it. The man furrowed his brow. He finally knelt down and picked up the cane, Viktor wincing as he hit the wall again as the man pushed it against his chest. He wouldn't let go for a moment and Viktor froze up as he leaned in. "I can't imagine what a Zaunite like you had to do to get in this Academy." He sounded serious. "I don't want to hurt you. I think it would be a tragedy. But if you don't help me, I'll put my respect for you aside." His golden eyes shifted over Viktor's. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir." Viktor managed. The man instantly furrowed his brow, stating in a sharp voice for Viktor not to call him that. He turned away and started moving through Heimerdinger's lab. It looked like a mess, the man having overturned almost everything in sight for some kind of hint as to where his things were. Viktor wasn't sure if he was allowed to speak as he took a shaky step forward. "Wh-What do I call you then?" 

"Jayce Talis." Was he really going to offer his name so easily? Viktor figured the Enforcers already knew who he was. He felt a little irritated with himself for not bothering to remember. He had to control his ego better. But then again, why was he to blame? How was he supposed to know that it would turn into this? The last name sounded familiar and Viktor paused before glancing up at him again. 

"You're from a smithing family. Professor Heimerdinger would mention ordering things from you." Viktor said shakily. He froze in place again as Jayce turned to face him. His expression was unreadable and Viktor definitely had a feeling he shouldn't keep talking, but the final question escaped him. "Is this worth it?" The speed at which Jayce approached him made him stumble backwards and he flinched as the other's hand grabbed his shoulder in a painfully tight grip. 

"I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't. I am leaving everything I know behind for this. I know my mother waiting for me at home. A younger sister that I love to death is probably looking for me. I worked my ass off to get accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in Piltover and you think I haven't considered all of that?? Yes, Viktor, it is worth it. I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't." Jayce's voice held a slight tremor to it and Viktor could only stare back at him. He could only give a small nod. His hands were so tight on his cane that his knuckles had turned white. He felt like he was going to be sick with how crushed his chest had become. Jayce released his shoulder and Viktor's body hurt from how tense he remained. There was dust staining his uniform now. Despite it not even touching his skin, it itched. "Help. Now." The words startled him into action. 

Viktor had a feeling he knew where the equipment was stored, but he knew it would cement him as an accomplice. As he glanced up at Jayce again, he wasn't sure if death would be better than what Enforcers and the Council would do to him if he was caught. His fingers slowly unwrapped from his cane and he stretched them down to the key hanging off his belt. He squeezed his eyes shut. "J-Jayce." The other turned to look back at him and Viktor held the key tightly. "F-Follow please." He turned and started making his way towards a door in the wall, knowing that only the key Heimerdinger had given him could unlock it. He hesitated as he stood in front of it before finally biting the bullet. He unlocked the door and it slid open, revealing another smaller room. He wasn't sure of the things stored inside, but based on the way Jayce suddenly pushed past him, it seemed they'd found it. Viktor remained in the doorway with shaking hands. 

His vision and his hearing were both funneling as he stared at the ground. His chest was pounding so hard that he felt like he was going to pass out. His hands had started to shake on his cane and there was a soft clink as he dropped the key. Something appeared in front of him and he flinched backwards so hard that he almost fell over. That hand caught his shoulder again, though it seemed like it was to steady him this time. Jayce was holding out a bag to him. Viktor stared at it before looking up at Jayce. "Take it." Jayce stated firmly. Viktor's hand stretched out and he hadn't expected how heavy it was. He nearly dropped it before pulling it against his chest. He was an accomplice. Gods, he was an accomplice. 

Jayce had a bag as well, though it looked much heavier. "Does the Professor keep any money here?" And stealing. Stealing! Viktor felt like he was going to be sick again. If he was caught, he would certainly be killed. Jayce's hand tightened on his shoulder and Viktor quickly nodded. He turned and moved back out of the room towards one of the ransacked cabinets, having moved the bag onto his back. Heimerdinger had always kept Cogs and Washers here in case Viktor needed to go out for food. He pulled the bag up with a small clinking noise, his fingers still shaking. Jayce reached out and took it, tucking it into the side of his own bag. "Do you have any money?" Viktor gave a small nod. 

"B-Back in my room." He stated quietly. Jayce stared at him expectedly. "W-We'd have to go through several halls." Jayce stated that that was fine. Viktor's shoulders slightly sank. He jumped as Jayce suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him along. The lab door was opened with a screech and before Jayce could pull him out, Viktor managed one last glance back at it. He wasn't sure he was going to see it again. Jayce didn't even bother shutting the door and Viktor kept stumbling as the other led him down the halls. There were voices up ahead, but hope was not the feeling that filled Viktor's chest. Instead, it was panic and dread. He startled as Jayce let go of him. He asked which way it was in a quiet voice and Viktor could only weakly gesture to where the voices were coming from. Jayce out a sigh through his nose. He moved around the corner and Viktor inched forward, peering around it as well.

There were two Academy students that looked like they'd just gotten up. They seemed to pause their conversation as Jayce approached them before crying out and demanding what he was doing as he took them both by the shoulders. The Rune on his wrist lit up and Viktor could only watch in muted horror. The hair was what went first, detaching from the head and drifting to the ground. The skin followed next, sinking and wrinkling. It became so thin that Viktor could see bone and he flinched as it finally pierced through. The eyes shriveled next and Jayce was left holding skeletons for a moment before releasing them. The clothes dropped to the floor and dust followed as the bones withered away, billowing across the ground. "Viktor." Jayce's voice was strained and Viktor startled. He quickly moved after Jayce, though he sidestepped the piles of dust with tears in his eyes. 

Jayce wouldn't look at him as they walked. Viktor finally reached his room and he unlocked the door with his key. He pushed it open and slipped inside. Jayce followed, instantly shutting the door behind him. He locked it. "Hurry up." He said firmly. Viktor could only stand there for a moment, staring at the floor. "Viktor." Even though Jayce's voice held a threatening undertone, Viktor still couldn't move. He finally managed to raise a hand and bury his face in it, taking a shaking breath. There was no noise from behind him for a moment before Jayce's footsteps were heard. He wasn't approaching him, but instead, Viktor could hear him going through his things. Mostly his closet. Viktor finally let the tears escape down his face. He was so terrified. He was so, so damn scared. Gods, he was scared. An ability that turned people to dust. Rusted metal. He felt like these were all the clues he needed to figure out what Rune Jayce was carrying, but he just couldn't piece it together. He heard footsteps approach him. 

Viktor tried not to flinch again as Jayce took his shoulder, turning him around. "...Jayce, are you going to kill me?" He asked. He heard Jayce pause before replying that he wouldn't if he didn't have to. He'd stripped off his grey vest, leaving it on the floor. He began to undo Viktor's as well and Viktor couldn't move, not liking those dusty hands so close to his body again. Viktor felt his tie follow and he was left in just his collared shirt. He paused as Jayce slipped a messenger bag across his body, it resting on his hips. It felt extremely full. Viktor shuffled until it was fitted properly. Jayce prompted him to fetch the money again. Viktor nodded, moving over to his desk. He pulled out a large container of Cogs and Washers, Jayce staring at it before asking if he could've stored it in any more of an inconvenient way. Viktor furrowed his brow. "Apologies, I didn't expect to ever have to take the whole thing with me anywhere." He replied firmly. 

Jayce rolled his eyes before beckoning Viktor to follow. Viktor was sure he would never see this room again. The trip back through the halls was the most stressful thing Viktor had ever done. He didn't want to watch any more people get turned to dust. Everywhere that Jayce had grabbed him was starting to ache and he knew he was likely bruised. They slipped out of the Academy building just as the sun started to peek over the horizon. Jayce grabbed his arm again and pulled him to the side. There was a loud commotion on the streets ahead of him. A group of Enforcers were marching back towards the Academy and Viktor startled as Jayce pulled him into an alleyway, instantly covering his mouth with a dusty hand. Viktor had to hold his breath, not wanting to breathe it in. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, heading Heimerdinger state that they had to check the lab first. Viktor felt his chest twist. If only they'd arrived a little sooner. He gave small coughs as Jayce finally moved his hand. 

He wiped his face with his sleeve and Jayce muttered an apology, though Viktor definitely wasn't certain that he meant it. He started to lead Viktor through the alleyways in a path that seemed far too intentional for Jayce to be lucky. "Where are we going?" Viktor asked in a quiet voice. Jayce replied that they were headed to Zaun and Viktor stared at him. The bridge down to Zaun was always guarded and he didn't want anyone else to die. He'd been holding onto the back of Jayce's shirt and his fingers slightly tightened. Jayce glanced back at him and Viktor must've been making one hell of a face, because he spoke again, saying they weren't taking the bridge. Viktor glanced up in confusion. 

"There's another way I'd get down to Zaun when I needed parts." Jayce stated. "It'll be difficult for you with your leg, but I'll help you." He did sound slightly concerned. Viktor's heart sank. So he really was going with him. He really was an accomplice. He figured he didn't have as much to lose as Jayce did. He had no family to speak of and only one friend. He stared at the ground as they walked. Skye would be so worried about him. He hoped she wouldn't make herself sick from panic. The alleyways were starting become uneven and the ground had started to slope downwards. Viktor startled and he almost fell forward as the ground suddenly became steep. Jayce's hands caught him. The alleyway seemed to drop off and Viktor could only stare downwards into the cavern. He glanced over at Jayce in slight disbelief. There was no way he would be able to climb down this. He was still carrying the container in one arm. 

He paused, watching as Jayce moved over to something hidden in the scraggly rocks nearby. He seemed to push something and there was a creak, Viktor watching as the top of a pulley system appeared, a thick rope extended from it. Had Jayce built that? Jayce seemed to mess with something else and there was another sharp squeak as the rope started to move upwards. It took a minute or so, but a basket soon appeared. Jayce beckoned Viktor over. Even the steps he had to take to get to him felt downright treacherous with his limp and he reached out, instantly grabbing the hand that was offered to him. He was trying so hard not to drop his cane. Jayce reached out and took the container from him. He placed it into the basket before holding out his hand again. "Give me the bags please." He stated simply. His voice was softer and less strict. Viktor wondered if he was less stressed now that they were further from the Academy. 

Jayce was far too calm about this for his liking and his hands shook as he handed the bags over. Jayce placed them into the basket before glancing at him. "Cane." He prompted softly. Viktor's hands tightened on it for a moment. "You're not climbing with that." He was right, but Viktor was also sure that he wasn't going to be climbing at all. He finally handed the cane over, having to hold onto Jayce to steady himself. Jayce placed the cane in the basket before reaching into the rocks again. He seemed to pull something and there was a creak as the rope started to lower again. He hadn't taken off his own bag and Viktor furrowed his brow. Jayce sighed. "There's a different way than the one I usually take. It'll take longer, but it'll be easier for you." He promised. His eyes had lost that serious, dangerous look. 

Now he just looked nervous and stressed. Viktor stared at him. Had Jayce been putting on an act before or had he just been so desperate to get his things and escape that he'd suppressed his own feelings and morality? Jayce got up and carefully led Viktor along the steepened incline. Viktor was holding onto him tightly, doing his best not to look to the side. He had a lump in his throat. They continued to walk for several minutes and Viktor furrowed his brow. They were awfully far from the pulley system now. He paused as Jayce finally stopped. "Here. It's steep, but it's the closest thing to a path here. I used to use it when I wasn't confident enough to climb yet." The 'path' he spoke of was one solid angle downwards. One trip and Viktor would be sent down it like a slide. Jayce started to make his way down and Viktor had frozen up again. 

He let go of Jayce, standing right on the precipice of the path. He really, really, really didn't think he could do this. His hands were shaking. He was terrified. He could only wonder if the adrenaline he'd felt was finally wearing off. He felt weak and shaky. "Viktor. Hey." Jayce suddenly took his shoulders, appearing in front of him. Viktor startled, staring at him. Jayce had grown softer. In his touch, his eyes and his voice. Viktor couldn't trust it. He just couldn't trust it. He was so scared, it felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat. He was going to die here. Jayce was either going to kill him or he was going to get him killed. Based on how he was acting now, Viktor assumed it would be the latter. "I'll lead the way and you just stay behind me. I've done this before. I'll keep you steady." Jayce's voice was comforting and assuring. Viktor couldn't stand it. 

This man had killed people. Viktor had watched him do it. How could he act like this now?? Jayce looked him over and Viktor could tell he was making another face. "I-I know what you’re thinking about me. I know, and I'm sorry. But I'm not going to hurt you. This is not how I wanted this to be, but you have to understand my hand was forced. This is the only way I can safely continue my research." He sounded so sure of it and Viktor just didn't think that was true. He wasn't even sure what Jayce's research was or why it was so important to him. "Viktor." Jayce gently shook his shoulders to get his attention again. "You're stuck with me now. They will execute you if you go back. You know that, right?" He did, unfortunately, know that. Jayce's eyes scanned over his. "I need you to hold onto me." Viktor finally let out a weak, shaking sigh though his nose. Jayce turned and Viktor held onto the bag. He followed as closely as he could down the pathway, each jolt up his leg making him clench his jaw. He paused as Jayce suddenly said for him to let go. 

He stiffened as he watched the other turn and climb down a small drop. He looked back up to Viktor. "If you drop, I'll catch you." He stated. His voice was soft and honest. He really was different. He could still feel the burnmarks of Jayce's fingertips around his throat and he could only wonder if the other had been acting out of panic. Viktor shakily lowered himself down into a sitting position with his good leg. Jayce would catch him. Against all of his instincts, he chose to believe that. He could easily break his leg here. He sat on the edge for a moment before squeezing his eyes shut and pushing himself off. He fell for a moment before arms caught him. Viktor instantly let out a shaky breath of relief. Jayce set him down, seeming to allow Viktor a moment to breathe. Viktor wrinkled his nose before letting out a small sneeze again. 

"Ugh." He couldn't stop the noise of absolute disgust that left his throat and he reached up, wiping the dust from his face. Jayce glanced down at his arms before sighing. 

"I'll... find somewhere to clean off as soon as I can. I'm not... I'm not thrilled about this either." He finally stated, turning away. He waited for a moment and Viktor hesitated before reaching out again, hooking his fingers into his bag. The walk down was slow and terribly uncomfortable. Viktor kept his eyes on the back of Jayce's head. Where were they even going to go? It wasn't like the Enforcers wouldn't be searching Zaun too. He finally allowed his eyes to drift around the cavern. He furrowed his brow. It felt vaguely familiar, but he really wasn't sure. His eyes moved to the back of Jayce's head again. He quietly said his name. "Y-Yeah?" 

"Don't you regret killing those people? They were innocents." Viktor stated in a shaky voice. He knew he was very much toeing the line on something dangerous, but he had to figure out how Jayce worked. He'd been so cold at the Academy, but seemed like he'd mellowed out into something anxious and even... kind. Jayce was silent for a moment. The longer the silence stretched, the more Viktor was convinced he was about to be a pile of dust on the rocks himself. 

"Viktor. I want to make one thing very clear." Jayce's voice was quiet. "I cannot allow my life's work to be taken from me again. I will not let it happen twice and if that means I have to hurt people, that's unfortunately what has to happen." The answer made Viktor's body go cold. He asked if the work was really worth it. "Every bit of it." The answer was immediate and Viktor's heart had sped up. He'd never met someone so dedicated to their work. So... obsessed. Viktor finally decided to ask something else. He asked why Jayce thought he wouldn't get in the way and goosebumps erupted along his skin as Jayce stopped abruptly. The other slightly turned his head back towards him. "Will you?" The question was so soft and so light, but Viktor felt like he was going to be sick.  

He shook his head. "I-It was hypothetical." He managed in a quiet voice. "Admittedly, there is not much I can do. Physically or with my... position." Jayce's head turned back to the front and he instructed Viktor to hold onto him again, his voice having gone back to normal. Viktor hesitated before reaching out. He curled his fingers back into the bag and they continued walking. Viktor peered around him, relaxing as he finally saw the cavern floor. He let out a small noise of relief as they settled on the ground. It was still uneven, but it wasn't sloped anymore. He paused as Jayce offered his arm. Viktor reluctantly took it, using the other as support as he limped forward. His leg ached from the angled path, but he wouldn't dare say anything. The basket finally came into view and Viktor slightly perked at the sight of his cane. 

Jayce knelt down and he offered the bags back to Viktor first, him slipping them on with shaky hands before gratefully taking his cane and using it to steady himself on the rocky ground. He'd been prepared to continue holding the container, but Jayce seemed like he was going to hold it instead. "We'll have to find somewhere to rest." Viktor stared through the caverns quietly. Up ahead, he could see sunlight starting to peek in through the cracks in the rocky ceiling. Jayce said his name quietly and Viktor started to follow. As they moved through the caverns, it was starting to grow more and more familiar. He did know this place. They were on the outskirts of Zaun. He would often come here to play with Skye. He stopped and looked around, trying to remember. "Viktor?" Jayce had stopped, scanning him over. "You seem like you know this place." 

"I do." Viktor murmured. He finally started down into one of the cavern openings and Jayce was heard following. He soon heard running water and fought the urge to speed up. He emerged into a massive cavern, sunlight illuminating it through a large zigzag across the ceiling. A waterfall was spilling from one of the upper walls, a pool formed at the bottom that connected to a small, downwards flowing stream that seemed to disappear into a lower part of the cavern. As he glanced to the side, he could see the first small houses that signaled the beginning of Zaun. They were mostly abandoned and broken down. The closest one was the one he would come to most often. It was the most structurally sound. The nostalgia at seeing it again almost quelled his fear. He suddenly heard splashing and glanced over. Jayce was at the water's edge, seeming to be cleaning his arms of the dust. He furrowed his brow, seeming frustrated with something. 

Viktor could tell what it was and his hands tightened on his cane again. Jayce's fingertips seemed to be an ashy grey. And it wasn't washing off like everything else, no matter how hard he scrubbed. Jayce swore softly. His body suddenly seemed to lose all energy and he buried his face into his hands as he shakily settled onto his knees. He swore softly. Viktor crossed his arms, hugging himself quietly as he watched him. His cane was tucked against his side. He really wasn't sure what Jayce's problem was. That was guilt, wasn't it? He was feeling guilty? Viktor raised a hand to his throat. The burn marks still ached. His whole body had started to take on a tremor. 

The adrenaline had definitely worn off. The weight of his situation was crushing him. He'd been kidnapped. He'd been coerced. He'd been threatened. He was stuck with someone with the ability to turn his bones to dust and a dangerous, obsessive dedication to his research. Someone unpredictable. Now he was back in Zaun as well. With nothing but fear and uncertainty. It had come full circle and he was right back where he'd started. Viktor hadn't even realized he'd started crying until he felt the first tear roll down his cheek. He shut his eyes, refusing to break down. He couldn't. Not here. Not now. He glanced over at Jayce again as he tried to subtly wipe his tears. The other was staring down at the water in front of him. He looked pale and nauseous. That was guilt, wasn't it? Or was he pretending? 

"Jayce. We should go inside. It should be safe. I used to come here when I was a child." He gestured to the house quietly. Jayce stared at him before nodding and managing to push himself to his feet. There was nothing but awkward silence as Viktor led him downwards. The house was run down, but spacious. There was one large main room and a bedroom off to the side. It hadn't changed a bit. Well, he did suppose the walls were slightly more stained and the furniture was definitely more dusty. He moved to the rug in the center, studying it over. Besides dust, there didn't seem to be anything else wrong with it and he lowered himself down. He could see the pool cavern outside one of the back windows. He watched as Jayce started to explore the house quietly. It was dim in the house and there were obviously no working lights. Jayce had disappeared into the bedroom and Viktor jumped as he heard a loud sneeze. 

He sighed quietly and slipped the bag off his back. He pulled the messenger bag off next before pausing. This one had come from his room. Jayce had packed it. He glanced up at the bedroom before starting to open the bag. He paused. There were changes of clothes inside, along with the thinnest blanket from his bed. The skinny lantern from his desk was also inside and he pulled it out. He set it down in front of him before flicking it on. Light finally illuminated the room, though it only did so in crystallized patterns. Viktor glanced up. There was an old lantern hanging from a hook in the ceiling above him, but he wouldn't have a chance in the world of reaching it. "Jayce?" He called out for the other and he appeared in the doorway. "Could you hang this?" He held it up. Jayce nodded, coming over and taking the lantern. Viktor watched as he took off the old lantern before hanging up the new one. 

"The bed is usable. I had to strip it of all the sheets and blankets. And, uh, all the pillows... Everything." Jayce stated, stumbling over his words for a moment. He knelt down in front of him. The light from the lantern casted glowing yellow, crystallized patterns on the walls. "The bedroom will be yours, alright?" Viktor blinked and lifted his head. What? He echoed the word out loud. Jayce finally settled down, sitting crisscross in front of him. "It'll be yours. I'll clean off one of the couches out here." He glanced to the side. "I... feel like that's the least I could offer, considering everything I just... I just did." He trailed off before giving a small shrug and raising his brows. "I did, uh, I did kind of kidnap you." He paused. "I mean, I did. I... I did kidnap you." Viktor glanced up. 

"You did." He agreed quietly, his hands fiddling in front of himself. Guilt seemed to cross Jayce's face again. "I... I'll take the bedroom, thank you." He managed quietly. Jayce seemed a little relieved by that. "What exactly was your plan when we got down here?" Jayce paused and one look at him made Viktor sigh. "You didn't have one." Jayce admitted that he didn't. "...We'll need food. And you'll need new clothes. If we're going to be in Zaun... you'll have to dress like a Zaunite." Viktor turned his head to the side. He was still in shock inside. How had it ended up like this? He paused as Jayce spoke again. 

"I'm sorry, Viktor." It sounded so genuine and pained, but... Viktor said that Jayce wasn't going to let him go. "I can't. I'd have to kill you." The answer was immediate and it sent a chill down his spine as he took in a sharp breath. "I won't. I-I won't if I don't have to." Jayce trying to be reassuring about that was making it worse. Viktor nodded, mumbling a small 'right' in response. "They'll be looking for us. You too." Jayce glanced out the window towards the rest of Zaun. "I'm, uh, I'm afraid we're partners now." 

Viktor glanced up at him. "Partners?" He echoed quietly. "You abducted me. I am a victim." A bit of a harsh tone crept into his voice and guilt crossed over Jayce's face again. Another look crept into his eyes and Viktor's hands tightened in front of him. 

"And what'll you do if you leave? Go back? They'll kill you for complacency in a crime. You might not even get a trial." Jayce said, his tone becoming slightly cold again. "Do you really think you'll have something to go back to?" The words cut him deep and Viktor clenched his jaw again, looking at the ground. No. No, he didn't. But was being here any better? Was being a fugitive better than being dead? He didn't know if he could handle such stress. He didn't know if his body could handle such stress. He stared at the floor. "...Right." He heard Jayce give a quiet sigh. He held out his grey-stained hand. "We're partners." 

Viktor stared at his hand. He really didn't have a choice, did he? His knuckles were white from how hard he was holding his own hands and he finally released one of them. This was so painful. This was humiliating and demeaning. But he really had nothing to fall back on. The only kind of support he had now was this unpredictable Piltie. He hated using the word, but he was bitter enough. He finally stretched out his hand and took Jayce's. When he spoke, the word rolled off his tongue like thorns and his mouth was so dry that it hurt. His voice was strangled. 

"...Partners." 

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He knew he was there. 

Viktor tried to keep his body from locking up as he faced the wall. He was laying down in the bed, having been trying to sleep. Night had fallen after a long day of stress. Viktor had found clothes in the old closet in the bedroom that would fit Jayce. A hooded, long sleeved beige shirt with a brown fabric resembling a poncho stitched across it diagonally. The stitching was a dark green, the same with the baggy black cargo pants he'd found. At the very least, they'd also found black gloves for him to hide his greyed fingers. Food was still very much an issue, but Viktor really wasn't sure he had much of an appetite anyway. There was a much more pressing problem right now. 

The door to the bedroom was able to shut, but the lock had long been busted. With Jayce's permission, Viktor had gone to bed. The door had been shut. The room had been dark with the only light coming from under the door and ever so slightly from the windows behind the tattered drapes. Viktor was beneath his thin blanket. He was trying not to visibly show that he was awake, his eyes remaining shut. Jayce had continued moving things about in the main room, which had admittedly kept Viktor awake. The noise had suddenly stopped and Viktor had heard the door open. The footsteps had approached the bed and stopped and they hadn't left. That choking fear had filled Viktor's chest again. Was Jayce going to kill him? How long was he going to stand there? 

Viktor finally opened his eyes. His hand curled slightly in the blanket. "Jayce, I'm not going to run away." He stated quietly. He heard the other give a small jump. "It's not like I can run anyway." A bit of bitterness crept into his voice and he glanced back at the other. "Please leave. I can't sleep." Jayce was staring down at him with wide eyes. He glanced away, saying he hadn't thought he was awake. "...That doesn't make this any better." Viktor stated after a moment. That dangerous aura that Jayce had brought with him into the room had dampened. 

"Y-You're right, sorry." Jayce turned away. "You... can't blame me for being worried." He glanced back at him. "...I want the door left open." It sounded nothing like a request and Viktor's hands tightened into the blanket again. He asked if Jayce would at least try to be quieter and the other blinked in surprise. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was being that loud. Yeah. Yeah, I'll try to quiet down. Sorry." He stumbled over his apology before turning and making his way out of the room. Viktor's chest was pounding as he laid back down. Admittedly, the conversation had gone better than he'd thought. He stared at the wall again. The noises had quieted down and Viktor wondered if Jayce was busying himself so he wouldn't think about what he'd just left behind. He'd said he had a mother and a younger sister, hadn't he? Viktor had... one friend. And he'd had a chance to... His fingers curled against the bed again. Now that he was laying down, his leg ached. It had been aching for a while, but he wasn't sure he wanted to move with the door open now. 

After another minute or so, he threw his caution to the wind and sat up, the bed creaking. He heard the noises in the main room falter for a moment. He pulled his bad leg up to his chest with his arm, tucking the blanket around himself. He started to rub circles on either side of his knee, shutting his eyes and furrowing his brow. Even without opening his eyes, he saw the light from the doorway change. He gave a small sigh. "Just my leg." He stated, knowing Jayce was watching again. He was so anxious that he felt like he was going to throw up and he managed to open his eyes. Jayce was in the doorway, as he expected. Viktor's shoulders were sunken and he finally spoke in a completely defeated tone. "Can you just leave me alone? Please." Jayce stared at him before starting to say something and Viktor finally spoke again in possibly the loudest voice Jayce had heard from him so far. Not quite a yell, but something elevated and firm. "I want to be left alone!" 

Jayce startled and he stared at Viktor before giving a small nod. He turned and disappeared out of the doorway. Viktor's hands faltered on his knee. He finally lowered his head, resting his forehead against his leg before squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel tears in them again and he pulled in a soft, shaky breath. He was going to die here. He was going to die. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd dreamed too big. Wanting to escape Zaun. Wanting to make a name for himself. Had that been too much of an ask? He raised a shaking hand to his head, roughly sliding it through his hair before curling it up. All he had was this terrible pain in his chest and leg. He could feel faint aching from the bruises Jayce had left on his body as well. 

He finally glanced off to the side with his teary eyes, giving another soft inhale. Crying wasn't going to help him right now. He finally laid himself back down, though his arms were shaky. He gave a weak sigh through his nose before closing his eyes. 

The night was rough. He didn't have any dreams, but the sleep had been restricting instead of comforting. He'd woken up in the morning completely paralyzed and his hands curled so tight into the fabric of the mattress that he was surprised he hadn't torn it. He paused as he pushed himself up. He... He could smell food. Sunlight was faintly filtering through the tattered curtains again. He could smell food. It made his stomach turn. How was there food here? He paused as he glanced over towards the open door to the main room. The lantern had been switched off, likely to preserve energy. He managed to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at his cane, which was propped against the wall. His whole body hurt. Every inch of it. Even reaching out to the cane and holding it in front of him proved to take more effort than he could manage. 

Getting to his feet was even worse. He stumbled for a moment. He still felt sick, but his stomach was twisting. He really wanted to eat. He hesitated before limping out into the main room. Jayce wasn't in there. He furrowed his brow. Something caught his gaze outside and he blinked in shock. Near the water, Jayce was knelt next to what appeared to be a pot over a fire. Where had he gotten that?? Viktor was a little shocked for a moment. Had he found some way to cook? What was he even cooking? Viktor moved over to the door, slipping outside. He stared out towards the city of Zaun quietly, pausing for a moment. He couldn't. Where was he going to go if he left now? What was he going to do? He steeled himself and started his slow path around the side of the house to move back up to the water cavern. As he got closer, he could see bowls on the ground. He wondered if Jayce had found them in the kitchen area. It looked like he'd washed them in the water. 

"Jayce?" Viktor's voice was a little hoarse and the other startled, turning to look back at him. He seemed genuinely surprised to see him and Viktor furrowed his brow. "Were you expecting someone else?" He asked after a moment, giving a small, defeated shrug of his shoulders. 

"No, I... I guess I didn't think you'd... come up here once you woke up." He turned back to the pot. "I was expecting to have to go hunt you down." The way he said it was so casual, but Viktor wrinkled his nose in discomfort. He limped over and settled himself down next to the pot, though he kept a distance from Jayce. "I found some cooking supplies in the house and I went out for some food-" Viktor interrupted him, staring at him in shock. 

"You went out? And no one questioned you?" Viktor asked in quiet disbelief. Jayce glanced at him before replying that everyone in Zaun hadn't seemed informed. Viktor furrowed his brow. He glanced over at the water, where Jayce's gloves were laid neatly. He still had his bracelet on, but his arms seemed far too clean for him to have been cooking this long. "...You paid for it?" 

"Stealing was a one-time thing for me. Of course I paid for it." Jayce said, frowning as he shot him a look. Viktor muttered that Jayce couldn't blame him for thinking that. He kept his cane laid in front of him, his eyes fixed on the ground. He paused as a bowl was soon nudged in front of him. There were vegetables and bits of meat. Had Jayce really gone all the way out to a market for this? Viktor did suppose they needed food. He hesitated as he reached out to the bowl, his fingertips resting on the edge. It did smell good. He just... "You don't want it?" Jayce asked, glancing over at him. Viktor paused. He wasn't sure if he could trust it. He jumped as Jayce snapped his fingers lightly. "Here." He raised his own bowl to his lips before taking a hearty gulp. He cleaned off his mouth. 

That did relax Viktor a little and he glanced back down at the bowl before reaching down and scooping it up. "I got some medicine too-" That nearly made Viktor choke on his food, having to put the bowl down as he started to cough. He covered his mouth and stared at Jayce with wide eyes. Jayce seemed shocked as he stared back at him. "...Are you okay??" 

"M-Medicine! I-In Zaun?? H-How much did that cost you?!" Viktor sputtered, covering his mouth with a sleeve. Jayce stared at him before his eyes averted. "Do I even want to know??" Jayce mumbled that he probably didn't. He opened one of the pockets on his cargo pants before pulling out a small tube and a roll of bandages. Viktor stared at it. "J-Jayce, you can't go spending money like that!" Jayce seemed confused before saying they needed it. "For what?" 

"Your neck?" Jayce spoke in a reminding tone as he gestured to him with a furrowed brow. "You have burns. They'll get infected." Viktor paused. He raised his hand to his neck slowly. He could feel the scabbed skin and it was painful whenever he pressed against one of the marks. Right. He glanced over at Jayce. "I don't know if you'll want to clean up, but, uh, this is here." Jayce awkwardly gestured to the water next to him. "I can bring out a change of clothes. I... I got some of those too." How much money had he spent that morning?? Viktor could only stare at him in disbelief. Jayce's cheeks finally went pink and he glanced aside, seeming to shrink in embarrassment. "Th-These are things we need, I thought... Is it that bad??" Viktor asked what else he'd gotten. "That was it." Viktor raised a brow and Jayce quickly spoke again. "I promise. That was it." 

Viktor gave a heavy sigh through his nose. He stared at the bowl before reaching out and picking it up again. He was able to take a real sip, closing his eyes at the warm flavor. He took another gulp, swallowing and letting out a shaky sigh. He glanced up, startling a little as he saw Jayce staring at him, his head resting against his hand and his elbow against his knee as he sat crisscross. "I guess I did alright then?" He asked. He sounded slightly amused, but Viktor could hear an undertone of genuine worry. He dabbed at his mouth quietly with his sleeve before giving a nod. "I'll get your change of clothes and then I'll leave you to it." He pushed himself to his feet and Viktor took another sip of his meal as he watched the other move back down to the house. He didn't understand. He really, really did not understand. 

Jayce overspending made sense to him. He was from Piltover, he probably thought basic necessities were just that. Basic. Necessary. He likely didn't understand how hard everything was to come by in Zaun. Coming back with medicine like that... Viktor was surprised Jayce hadn't put a target on his back. He took another gulp. And he'd made food for the both of them. He'd bought Viktor clothes. Viktor's hands tightened on the bowl. Jayce must've really been dedicated to the idea that they were partners. Viktor knew he was very much still a victim and he wasn't sure if Jayce exactly understood that. He took one final gulp, finishing the bowl before setting it down with shaky hands. It had been good. He hated to admit it, but at least his kidnapper could cook. His eyes felt heavy from his rough night's sleep. He assumed cleaning himself would wake him up a little more.

He glanced over at the water. After a lot of effort, he managed to push himself to his feet using his cane. He moved over to the water's edge and settled down again. He set his cane down before reaching out. He slipped his fingers into the water before shivering. That would surely wake him up. He wasn't looking forward to it. He pulled his hand back, shaking it off. He sat on his knees, hunched over by the water's edge. Skye would always scold him about his posture, but he never really took the time to try and fix it. He knew it was bad for his back, but it was also a comfortable position for him, despite what everyone else thought. His gaze drifted over to Jayce's gloves, still set neatly beside the water. They were a tough, smooth fabric, but Jayce didn't seem to mind them. Viktor reached out before lifting one of them. He instantly dropped it in horror, his spine going cold as dust flew from inside. "Viktor, you're going to hurt your back sitting like that." Jayce's voice startled him and Viktor glanced over with wide eyes, his hands shaking. 

"Jayce." He spoke in a hushed, terrified tone that made Jayce stop. Jayce's eyes drifted down to the shifted gloves and he quickly averted them. "Did you pay for any of this??" 

"Yes! I did, I paid for all of it. Promise." Jayce moved over and paused as Viktor scoot himself back a little. He set the clothes on the ground. "An... An Enforcer saw me buy the medicine and decided to follow me. They almost made it all the way over here before I realized. I, uh..." Jayce's eyes moved to the side again. 

"So you killed them." Viktor stated bluntly, making Jayce wince a little. He wouldn't answer, having settled on his knees as well. His hair was pushed back now, only small bits of it sticking up. Viktor looked him over and turned his head away. He felt sick again. Jayce started to speak and Viktor shook his head. His hands were trembling as he made a small shooing motion with one of them. He buried his head in the other. Jayce didn't move for a moment before Viktor heard him get up and his footsteps retreated towards the house. Another person dead. Was there no remorse? No second thoughts before he did it?? Viktor couldn't even look at the gloves. Another life turned to dust. He squeezed his eyes shut. Guilt was starting to weigh heavy on his own shoulders, even though he knew none of this was expressly his fault. He'd gone on Heimerdinger's orders to arrest Jayce. And Jayce had only bought the medicine because he'd injured Viktor. 

But it was starting to become too much. Viktor didn't know if he could stand it. He glanced over at the pile of clothes before reaching out with a shaking hand and lifting one. It looked like fitted brown pants with sewn square patches around the ankles and hips. The shirt was hooded, though it seemed like three different ones all stitched together with white thread. It had a brown hood with loose fabric in the back. It was attached to a quarter-sleeved faded black shirt that had one long, brown and black striped sleeve. The shirt seemed tied together in the front by a long, olive green string. Viktor let out a small sigh. He wasn't sure if Jayce would've guessed his sizes correctly, but he figured he'd trust that he did. 

Viktor set the clothes down before reaching up to his chest. He started to undo the buttons on his shirt, carefully opening it up. He slipped it off his body, allowing it to hang on his elbows for a moment as he glanced at his arm and shoulder. Just as he'd thought, he had dark bruises in those areas. He furrowed his brow, reaching up and tracing his fingers over them. Was Jayce even aware of how hard he'd grabbed him?? With how nonchalantly he just... did away with people... did he even care? Viktor's shoulders sank. What a mess he was in. He finally slipped his shirt off completely before starting on his pants. Once he'd fully undressed, he steeled himself before hissing sharply as he slipped into the cold water. He had to lean against the edge for a moment, his eyes squeezed shut. 

The pool went up a little past his midsection. Viktor reached out to his clothes, carefully folding them with shaking hands. He set them aside in their own small pile. He glanced over at the small waterfall. Moving in water proved much easier for him, though his limp remained. He reached out, running his hand under it before sighing. It must've been water straight from somewhere in Piltover. It was the cleanest water he'd ever seen in Zaun. He closed his eyes and slipped under it for a moment before pulling back, running his hands through his hair. He could only stand there in quiet defeat for a moment. Finally, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath before his voice echoed around the cavern in a swear. Tears had sprung to his eyes again. He swore again, though this one was much softer. He buried his face in his arms as he stood halfway under the water. 

"Viktor??" He gave an irritated sigh, tears running down his face as heard Jayce's voice. He didn't even care. He glanced up as the other appeared from the direction of the house. "Are you-" 

"What does it look like, Jayce??" Viktor interrupted him in a snap that seemed to startle the other. "Do you know how hard I had to work to get where I was up there?? Even to being an assistant?? Where I could at least be in the same vicinity as some of the brightest minds in Piltover in some grim, laughable hope that I could be like them?? That I, a crippled Zaunite with no family to speak of, could somehow make a name for myself in the glorious 'city of progress'??" He was only growing more and more frustrated as he spoke, it strangling his voice. "And now I'm just back where I started!!" He shot a tearful glare over at Jayce. "Because of you." The look of guilt and upset on Jayce's face was enough to spur the anger in Viktor's body. "And you look at me like that, but you won't do anything to rectify it." The tears were spilling down his face. "You speak of loss, yet I had one friend to my name and a mentor that could potentially save me!" His voice finally broke and he turned his head away, panting. His throat hurt and he squeezed his eyes shut, not used to talking so loud and harsh. 

Jayce didn't say anything for a minute and Viktor wouldn't even spare him a look. They both stood in silence. When Jayce spoke again, his voice was quiet. There was a strangled undertone. "...Save you?" He echoed softly. Viktor's shoulders sank. He kept his eyes closed, feeling more tears escape down his face. He felt so crushed and defeated. Hopeless. He finally took a breath, trying to calm himself down. He kept his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he turned to slightly face Jayce again. 

"I am dying, Jayce. I don't even know how long I have left." His voice was strangled. "And I had hope that Piltover would hold some kind of cure or, at the very least, a way to extend my life." Viktor stated quietly. His hair had fallen into his face and he brushed it aside, knowing he probably looked drowned and miserable. Jayce stared at him before asking if Heimerdinger had been trying to save him. "I... I hadn't told him yet. I don't even know if he would've..." Viktor held a hand up to his head, turning away again. "But I suppose I'll never know that now, will I?" Bitterness crept into his voice. "...I should've just let you turn me to dust." His voice was weak and broken as he shook his head, making a vague, frustrated gesture with his hand. 

Jayce was silent for another few moments before kneeling next to the water's edge. "Viktor." He seemed to shrink back a little at Viktor's tearful glare before composing himself. "Viktor, I might be able to save you." Viktor paused and glanced over at him. "My research. The thing I'm working so hard to defend. If I just rework it enough, I could save you. If I can put all the pieces together, it'll work." His voice had become more and more insistent. Viktor stared at him doubtfully. "You were a student at the Academy of Science, just like me. That means you could help me figure it out." Jayce sounded hopeful and Viktor's grip tightened on his arm. Jayce could clearly see the doubt in his eyes and he clenched his jaw. "I-I'll leave my journal on your bed. You can look through it and see if you think it could work, okay?" 

Viktor wouldn't answer him, but he did turn to him. Jayce stared at him. "Viktor, I-I know I just ruined your life, b-but at least let me try to help you live long enough to have another one." The words tugged at something in Viktor's chest, but he pushed it down. He reached up, wiping his eyes. Now Jayce wanted to be kind-hearted? He wanted to be considerate? A savior? Where had all this morality been for the piles of dust he'd left behind?

"How honorable." Viktor muttered in a quiet voice before meeting Jayce's eyes. "And how many lives will you sacrifice to do so?" Jayce paused and stared at him. Viktor didn't know what unnerved him more. The silence. The hesitation. The piercing stare. All of them clear answers to him. Viktor felt guilt weigh heavy on his shoulders again. He shouldn't have said anything. People were going to get hurt. People were going to die. All because one lunatic with a hero complex would be trying to save him. Viktor stared at him. "Forget it." He heard Jayce start to say his name and he turned. "I said forget it!!" He snapped again, making the other flinch. He slipped back under the water, fully submerging himself before moving to the other side and leaning back against the wall. Through the waterfall, Jayce's blurry form wasn't moving. Finally, he stood up and Viktor watched as he moved away, disappearing back towards the house.

Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, burying his hands in his hair again. What was he going to do? The offer was tempting. It was unbelievably tempting and he probably would've taken it if the one offering hadn't already killed several people in pursuit of his research. With how Jayce had reacted, it was likely he hadn't found anything to engineer his research towards, but now he did. He'd been excited. It scared Viktor to death. He finally slipped out from under the waterfall, heading back towards the water's edge. He reached out and heaved himself up, sitting on the rocks. He hadn't exactly considered how he would dry off. He reached out, pulling his legs against himself as he stared up at the sun peeking through the fissure in the ceiling. His back was to the house, but he turned his head slightly when he heard footsteps again. 

He scrunched himself up a little more, starting to speak before something was placed over his head. It was a warm cloth and Viktor paused. It had a rougher texture than a blanket. "Use that to dry off, okay?" Jayce's voice was quiet before Viktor heard his footsteps retreating again. He reached up before pulling the cloth around himself. He didn't understand. Jayce seemed so normal. A good heart with good intentions, yet blood on his hands. He started to dry himself off, pushing his hair back out of his face. He sat in silence for a moment, only able to stare at the cave wall before glancing back. He managed to move over to the pile of new clothes, pausing as he saw that Jayce had even found him undergarments. He started to dress himself, finally sitting on his knees again. He remained barefoot. He glanced over at the medicine tube, leaning back and managing to snag it. 

He still couldn't believe Jayce had spent so much money in one morning. The citizens must've been looking at him like he was insane. Viktor paused and scoffed to himself. Maybe they had a sixth sense. Jayce certainly had a few gears loose. Viktor started to apply the medicine to his burns, inhaling shakily at the slight stinging. Tears rose to his eyes again. He picked up the roll of bandages, carefully wrapping around his neck a couple times before tying it off. He glanced over at the house and something moved in the window. Had Jayce been watching him the whole time? Viktor's cheeks flushed in slight anger and embarrassment. 

He reached out and pulled his cane over before using it to stand. He moved over, scooping up his old clothes before starting to limp his way back down to the house. He wouldn't even look up when he came inside, heading in a straight line to the bedroom. He shut the door behind him, not caring if it upset Jayce. He didn't hear any footsteps. He moved over to the bed before pausing. He almost wanted to open the door again and throw the journal at him. It was laid neatly on the bed. Viktor placed his folded clothes on the nightstand next to the bed. He propped his cane up as he sat down. He wouldn't even look at the journal for a few minutes. 

Finally, he reached out his hand and pulled it over. He placed it in his lap before delicately opening it, unsure of how fragile the pages were. Jayce had... signed his name on... every page. Viktor could barely suppress the eye roll he wanted to give as he shook his head. He wasn't sure how long he'd been reading, but as he did, a pressure and panic kept building up in his chest. By the end, Viktor had his head in his hand, scanning over the last entry before squeezing his eyes shut. He let out a quiet swear. No wonder Heimerdinger had wanted Jayce's research investigated and halted. This kind of thing... These kinds of forces, these kinds of variables... 

It was risky and it was dangerous. Viktor buried his face in his hands. And worst of all, Jayce had been right. It could save him. 

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"So what do you think?" Jayce's voice nearly scared Viktor out of his skin, causing him to drop the journal. He stared up at him with wide eyes before narrowing them. He didn't even think twice before speaking.

"I think you need to stop being rude and start announcing your presence." He stated harshly. He hadn't even heard Jayce open the door. He stared at him. Jayce's eyes were bright and hopeful. Dangerously so. He wasn't listening to a single thing that Viktor was saying unless it regarded his research. Viktor glanced down at the journal. "...It could work." He finally admitted in a quiet mumble. "But the energy needed for such a process is excessive. Far too excessive for what we have in Zaun." He startled as Jayce moved over, scooping up the journal and starting to flip through it. Viktor furrowed his brow before scooting himself a bit away from the other. He didn't want Jayce this close to him. "...Signing your name on every page was certainly a choice as well. Did you want people to know it was all you that badly?" Jayce glanced over at him and, to Viktor's absolute disbelief, rolled his eyes. He stated that he slightly regretted letting Viktor read his journal and Viktor narrowed his eyes. "I regret meeting you." 

The statement made Jayce's fingers pause on the pages and Viktor hesitantly pulled his good leg up to himself. He wouldn't apologize though. He didn't care how Jayce reacted, he would not apologize to this man for anything he said to him. Jayce continued to thumb through the pages before showing off one of them to Viktor. "Yes... your... 'Hexcore'. I did see that." Viktor said hesitantly. He glanced up at Jayce before reaching up and taking the journal again. "There were other... Hex-creations in here, but this is the one you believe will cure me?" His voice was doubtful and low. Jayce stared at him with those eyes again before nodding. He spoke in an insistent, slightly feverish tone as he said he knew it could. "But you cannot guarantee that." 

"How do we know unless we try?? Something like this has never been attempted. Magic combined with machinery. Think of the possibilities!" Jayce said, a smile on his face. Viktor could only stare at him. Usually, it was nice to see someone so passionate about their work. Usually. He turned his head to the side. How was Jayce still able to smile like that? He crinkled his nose a little and paused as Jayce was heard sighing. "You're not pleased." 

"Oh, do tell." Viktor replied, not even looking at him. Jayce stared at him and Viktor instantly tensed up as the other moved over. Jayce had reached out to him, though instead of taking his shoulder, he pressed his fingers lightly against his arm, avoiding any bruises. Viktor glanced over at him, reminding himself that Jayce had seen them on him earlier and that's how he knew.

"Viktor. If I wanted to hurt you or kill you, I wouldn't be offering this." He said, his brow furrowed. For some odd reason, that did not comfort Viktor at all. Viktor stared at him flatly. Jayce's shoulders sank. "You can think about it. I'm going to start working on it." He stated. "I already have most of what I need here." He turned away and slipped out of the bedroom, Viktor staring after him. What exactly was he supposed to be thinking about if Jayce had decided he was going to do it anyway? He rolled his eyes and turned to look back at the floor. His leg was aching again and he carefully pulled it up onto the bed, starting to massage it once more. He could hear Jayce moving things around and he startled as the other suddenly came back into the bedroom. "Here." 

He placed down a container that was clear in the center. There was a glowing, crackling blue orb inside of it, being held up by small stands on either side. Viktor kept himself leaned back a little, though he... he was curious, he hated to admit it. "Hex Crystal." Jayce said, a bit of pride in his voice. "We'll use these to make the Hexcore." Viktor's eyes moved up to his. 

"We?" He echoed, his arms moving up to hug himself. Jayce paused. He set the container down, Viktor able to hear a humming from it. He glanced over at it, watching as the blue glow danced over his sheets. He startled as he felt Jayce's fingers on his chest and turned back to see the other leaned down in front of him. His breath caught in his throat and his entire body instantly stiffened. Jayce had that off, serious, unblinking look again. 

"Do you want to die early, Viktor?" The question was soft and Viktor felt a lump rise in his throat. "You want to expand your life, don't you? You want to be cured. Why wouldn't you help me do that? If you want to die so badly, I'll let you." Viktor didn't know what that meant. He didn't know what Jayce meant by that and it instantly sent him into a spiraling, internal panic. Was Jayce going to kill him? Would he let him go and get caught? Was he going to let him live out the rest of his little lifespan?? All of the options were terrible. All of them. He swallowed before saying in a soft voice that he would help. "Are you sure?" Jayce's golden brown eyes seemed to burn into his and he spoke in a voice that completely contradicted his carnal stare. It was comforting and assuring. "You don't have to. I'm not forcing you." Viktor's hands had curled into the bed on either side of himself. 

"I'm sure." He said softly, his voice just barely a whisper. Jayce leaned back and his eyes softened again. He held out his grey-stained hand, saying it would be a pleasure to work with him. Viktor felt like he was going to be sick again. He hesitated and reached up, only grasping Jayce's fingers for the handshake. Jayce seemed to notice and Viktor jumped as Jayce suddenly slipped his palm underneath his. He seemed to be studying the size difference of their hands and a small quirk of amusement seemed to pull at his lips before he let Viktor go. He scooped up the Hex Crystal container and made his way back out to the main room. Viktor was prickling all over. What the hell was wrong with this man? Viktor held a hand up to his chest, trying to calm his pounding heart. It felt like it was rattling his chest. 

He still had his bad leg pulled up against his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut. His knee ached so badly. The constant trauma it had suffered just from walking here was agonizing. He placed his hands on either side of his knee before applying pressure, squeezing his eyes shut. "Viktor?" He almost groaned out loud in irritation as he heard Jayce's voice again. He heard footsteps and he didn't have time to move backwards before a hand was suddenly scooping under his knee. He let out a sharp cry of protest as Jayce sat on the bed. He placed the container he'd been carrying next to him and Viktor's leg on his lap. Viktor was left laying on his back against the bed next to him and he hated it. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it. He couldn't guard himself like this. "Here." 

Viktor startled as he was handed the new container and his eyes widened as he felt the crystal humming. He could feel it through the glass. He hesitated before raising the container. This crystal was different than the other one. It had a slightly different shape to it. Smoother. "...The shape is different. It does not crackle like the other one." He startled as it made a small noise before dipping his head to the side and accompanying it with a small shrug. "...as much as the other one." He couldn't help it. First and foremost, he was a scientist. This? This was fascinating. He'd never seen anything like it. He was instantly pulled back to reality as he felt Jayce's hands on his knee. "What are you doing?" 

Jayce glanced up at him. "Tell me how to massage it. I, uh, I don't want you in pain while we're talking about this stuff. It'll be a problem if you miss something." His fingers were already tracing over the spot and Viktor felt so uneasy. He finally spoke again, holding the container to his chest. 

"Why do you keep doing this?" His voice was a little strained. Jayce glanced over at him in surprise. "I don't trust you. I don't think I'm going to. You murdered people." His eyes scanned Jayce over. "And you always seem like you didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I think you did. Don't try to be kind. I don't believe it's in your nature." Viktor stated firmly. His glare lessened and he leaned back a little as Jayce's hand slightly tightened on his knee. He really should've waited until he was out of his reach. Viktor swallowed quietly. Jayce sighed through his nose. His fingers rubbed circles over Viktor's knee. 

"I think it may still be a little too soon to assume each other's natures. We're not that close yet." Jayce finally said. Yet? Viktor's grip slightly tightened on the container. "You're bold. I can see why the Professor chose you. I'm actually a little relieved that you snapped at me. Like it or not, you are starting to trust me. At least enough that you don't think I'd hurt you for making comments." Jayce's voice was casual, as if he were simply making observations about some mundane experiment. Viktor didn't like it, pressing himself back into the bed a little more. Jayce's eyes flitted over to him, seeming to burn right into him. "Viktor, like it or not, you are stuck here with me. And you will start trusting me, whether you want to or not." Viktor must've made another face because Jayce's eyes softened and moved back to his knee. "I don't mean that as a... a threat. I'm just saying... it's going to happen." He sounded so sure of it. "And I am trying to help. Tell me how to help your knee. I'm serious." His tone wasn't as foreboding as before. 

Viktor had never been so tense in his life. "...Start on the top. Small strokes outwards in a circular motion. M-More pressure around the base." He finally said. Jayce's fingers followed his instruction and Viktor let out a small exhale. Against his own wishes, it was alleviating the pain. Jayce was actually doing it perfectly. He looked so focused. After a few minutes, he glanced up at Viktor, asking how that felt. "...Much better." Viktor admitted, letting the honesty show through his words. That seemed to relieve Jayce and he held out his hand. Viktor shakily passed him back the container and Jayce moved his leg off his lap before getting up. He moved out of the bedroom, leaving Viktor on the bed. Viktor was slightly shaken. There were not enough words in any language to describe how much Jayce unnerved him. He was like a dog... one on the cusp of rabies. 

Viktor managed to sit himself back up as Jayce came back in with a third container. Viktor could already tell that this one was either close to or the actual finished product. He handed it over to Viktor, who took the container hesitantly. He studied the crystal inside. This one was a perfect sphere and the humming was so faint, he could barely feel it. He stared at it in surprise. "There is... barely any output from this one." He stated quietly. Jayce nodded, sitting on the bed again. He reached out and Viktor nearly dropped the container in shock as Jayce clicked it open. The stands retracted and the orb fell to the bottom with a small, marble-like chatter. Jayce gestured for him to take it out. Viktor stared down into the container. Was it safe to touch? He glanced up at Jayce and the other nodded. Viktor hesitated before slipping his hand inside. 

Touching the orb sent a subtle vibration up his fingers, but nothing more. There was no unrestrained crackling. He pulled it out and held it up, absolutely taken back. He startled as Jayce's fingers slipped through his, holding the orb as well. "It's stabilized. Able to be held. Able to be utilized for something else. That's exciting, isn't it?" He asked. Viktor glanced at him. He quietly asked how long this had taken and Jayce quickly averted his eyes, a slightly nervous look on his face as he gave a vague shrug. "...Definitely a while." He finally responded. Despite his apprehension for Jayce, Viktor had to admit... this was all brilliant. His notes, his equations, his products. There was a marvel of a mind somewhere in this murderer. He noticed Jayce light up a little and his eyes instantly moved to him. "...You're impressed." Viktor stared at him before glancing away. He really didn't like how fast Jayce was learning his facial expressions.

"It's... It's incredible." He finally admitted in a quiet voice. He paused before carefully lowering his fingers so the orb would only rest on Jayce's. "...I think you would've done great things for Piltover with this." Jayce responded that he'd thought so too as he brought the orb back over to him. He held out his other hand and Viktor passed him the container. Jayce dropped the orb back in and the stands popped up to hold in place again as he shut it. Viktor stared at it. "Is... that what caused the explosion?" He finally asked. 

Jayce nodded, not looking over at him. "Most likely. Definitely a less stable crystal, I'd imagine. They have a tendency to, uh, explode on impact with things." Viktor stared at him before saying that they'd hiked down a ravine with those just in a bag. "They were in containers! It was safe!" Jayce quickly assured him. He got up and started to move out of the bedroom again. Viktor stared after him. He wasn't sure why Jayce kept going back and forth. He reached out and pulled his cane over, starting to get up from the bed. "Viktor, I don't want you straining your knee." Jayce said, seeming surprised as he watched him from the outer room. 

"And I don't want you to treat me like some bedridden child." Viktor replied, narrowing his eyes as he moved out into the main room. "I just have a limp, I'm not immobile." An amused smile seemed to tug at Jayce's face just for a moment before he nodded. He'd dragged all the tables to the center of the room and Viktor glanced over. Both of the couches they'd found were cleaned off and facing each other, touching together to create a makeshift bed. An open closet nearby explained the blankets on it. Jayce had almost all his equipment laid out and he moved over to the lantern in the center of the room, taking it down. It was switched off for right now. He brought it over to the table and Viktor could only watch as he started to disassemble it. Gods, he was quick. 

Jayce seemed to notice Viktor staring and there was a gleam of amusement again. "I'm also an engineer, if you're wondering about this." Viktor replied that he hadn't been, but the information was appreciated. "Of course." Jayce got back to work. Viktor paused before looking around. He found one of the chairs and used his cane to tug it over, sitting down to watch. Jayce was opening up holes in wires and attaching them to the bottom of the lantern. He'd removed the bulb inside and, from what Viktor could tell, was attaching every single wire to the center. His hands tightened on his cane, unsure if that was a good idea. Four long cables soon spread from the bottom of the lantern and Jayce had started to attach small devices to the ends of each one. He had disassembled a different piece of his equipment to salvage some bulbs, attaching them to bases which he would wire to the cables. "I'll need that chair." 

Viktor blinked as Jayce moved back to the center of the room with the lantern, hanging it back on the hook. The cables laid around it like a nightmare of tentacles and Viktor watched as Jayce picked one up. He grabbed a nail and a hammer, though he picked it up by the head. Viktor watched in surprise as Jayce flicked his wrist, catching the hammer by the handle before starting to attach the device to the corner. He had climbed up on top of his couches. He soon came back over, gently tapping Viktor's shoulder. Viktor got up and Jayce gestured for him to follow. Viktor did so, Jayce having scooped up the chair. He climbed up onto it and Viktor quickly stretched out a hand, steadying the chair as it wobbled. Jayce hadn't even seem to notice, attaching another device to the corner. 

Viktor followed him around to the other two corners and he paused at the last one. "I don't think the chair will hold your weight again, Jayce." He admitted, reaching out and showing how wobbly the chair was to Jayce. He froze as Jayce offered him the hammer and nail. "J-Jayce, I don't..." He trailed off uncertainly. Jayce gestured to the chair, saying it could probably hold him. He wasn't sure if it was a suggestion. Viktor hesitated before handing Jayce his cane in trade for the other items. He used his good leg and put all his weight on it to push himself up. The chair didn't wobble and he glanced down in confusion. Jayce's hands were firmly holding it. Viktor turned to the corner and started to attach the nail. Once he was sure, he glanced back down and startled as Jayce handed him the device to hook on the wall. Viktor did so and paused. 

He wasn't sure how to get down before his fingers tightened on the hammer anxiously as Jayce offered his hand. He finally reached out, allowing Jayce to help him down from the chair. Jayce traded the hammer for his cane, though Viktor couldn't help but note the slightly amused smile on the other's face. He kept himself guarded as he furrowed his brow. "...What?" 

"You trusted me." Jayce said, a grin finally appearing on his face as he turned away. Viktor let out a heavy sigh. Not only was he terrifying, but he was also insufferable? What a combination. He really had a winner with this one. Viktor rolled his eyes before watching as Jayce picked up the stabilized crystal container. He popped it open, tipping the orb into his palm before placing the container down. Viktor blinked as Jayce moved to the center of the room and reached up. He placed the orb inside the lantern, right where the bulb would go. He shut the glass and flicked the lantern on. Viktor startled as there was a crackle before the lantern lit up and the light spread through the cables to illuminate the bulbs in every corner of the room. They could see! Viktor was staring at the lantern with wide eyes. The entire ceiling was lit up now and Viktor could only stare at it. He suddenly became aware of a new sound and glanced over at Jayce, who'd given a quiet chuckle as he leaned against the table. "You're impressed again." 

"You should stop talking." Viktor stated firmly. Jayce's grin didn't go away, but he held up his stained hands in mock surrender. Viktor stared up at the lantern again. He knew Jayce's journal had stated that his... his Hextech had a myriad of uses, but the range of illuminating a room to curing a terminal disease had been more than he bargained for. "It... can improve everyday objects, yes... but you truly believe Hextech will cure me?" Viktor asked after a moment, glancing over at Jayce. Jayce was watching him with those bright eyes again. Hope. Excitement. Danger. There was something dangerous beneath his gaze and Viktor couldn't tell what it was. He tensed and it was gone before he could decipher it. 

"I know it can cure you." Jayce said, his eyes scanning over Viktor. He was studying him with same curiosity as one would look at an unknown liquid in a test tube. Viktor didn't like being looked at like that and he turned his head away, his nose slightly crinkling again. "Sorry." Jayce's apology made him look over in confusion. The other's eyes had softened. "I'm just... excited about it... I'm not trying to... make you any more uncomfortable than you definitely already are." He seemed to be looking over his body language and Viktor held his cane. 

"Stop doing that." He said, feeling a little insecure now. "You do not need to study me like that. I am not a book or an experiment." He kept his voice firm. Jayce replied in a calm voice that he knew and he just wanted to make sure Viktor was okay. "Clearly I am not. And I won't be." He sighed, turning his head away before shooting him a look. "Your casualness is unnerving. We are not friends." Jayce scanned him over again. 

"I never suggested we were." He said, standing up from where he was leaned against the table. Viktor watched as he moved over to the door. "I'm going to go clean up outside. If you don't believe me, you can watch through the window." Viktor would've expected that to be in a sarcastic tone of some sort, but it seemed Jayce meant it genuinely. He turned and moved out the door, shutting it behind him. Viktor was left by himself in the main room. He looked up at the glowing lantern again. This... This all felt like a trap. It felt like a trap and he didn't like how close he felt to stepping in it. He reached up, his hand curling into his own sleeve anxiously. While Jayce had been calm nearly the entire time, he'd started to become casual. And now he was showing playfulness. Viktor furrowed his brow. He felt like he was being toyed with.  

He glanced over at the window before making his way over and peering out. Jayce had put out the fire and he had the pot placed on the ground, but he was sitting crisscross with his head in his hands again. Viktor placed his shaking hand against the window frame. He couldn't tell if it was genuine or just a ploy. Just how good was Jayce at pretending? He was clearly brilliant in other regards, but Viktor wasn't sure if his genius extended into his showcased image. Viktor backed up from the window quietly. His knee had started to hurt again.

...He really was going to die here, wasn't he? Viktor never been so stressed out in his life. No project in the Academy and no seemingly impossible task from Heimerdinger could've compared to this. His head hurt and his knee hurt and his body hurt. His heart was racing and shaking his chest. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. He scared himself as his cane clattered to the floor. His body soon followed and he hit the ground as his vision funneled into black. 

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Vaguely, he could hear voices. Voices? Voices. Plural? Viktor tried to open his eyes and his head spun. There was no way in hell he would be able to sit up. It was dark in the bedroom and he'd been laid on his back. A blanket was folded under his head with a second one laid over him. The door to the main room was shut, but the light from the lantern shone through beneath it. A shadow passed in front of the door. He could still hear muffled voices. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He didn't even remember getting into the bed. He'd been looking out the window, last he remembered. During the day. He startled as something was heard falling over in the main room. Panic started to build in his chest. As muffled as the voices were, neither of them sounded like Jayce. And if neither of them were, then someone was touching his things. Where was he??

Viktor tried to sit up again. He could only make it to his elbows. He squeezed his eyes shut before calling out, yelling for whoever it was to leave. The noises in the main room stopped and Viktor flinched as the door was opened. Two people peered in through the doorway. Two adults. Viktor struggled to make out features and he just couldn't. "Y-You have to leave. B-Before he comes back." He managed in a shaking voice as he pushed himself up. The voices were still muffled and he squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head in his hand. One of the shapes started to approach him and he opened his eyes. The other shape was gone from the doorway. He blinked a few times and something suddenly spilled out over the floor from just out of view.

"Hey, are you alright?" The man next to him had reached out and Viktor's eyes widened as that familiar shape appeared in the door. Those eyes. All he saw were those eyes. Viktor pushed himself back against the wall as Jayce grabbed the man by his mouth from behind with dusty hands. He dragged him backwards, reaching out to the door and slamming it shut. Viktor stared at it quietly. There was a loud thud, followed by a smashing noise that made him flinch. He didn't want to open his eyes and he kept the blankets tugged up around him as he trembled. Jayce's eyes had been bright, yet unfocused. Dangerous. Angry. When he heard Jayce's footsteps again, they were crunchy. He heard them approach the door. 

"Don't." Viktor spoke as loud as he could and he heard the footsteps stop. He kept himself shoved back against the wall. He didn't hear anything for a moment before the footsteps moved away. Viktor had just woken up and he was already on the verge of passing out again. He covered his mouth with a hand, trying not to be sick. Tears welled in his eyes. He wasn't sure what those two had been doing here, but it was clear to him that they hadn't been here to do any harm. That man had even seemed concerned for him. Another two. Down the drain. Into the air. Disappeared. Viktor inhaled shakily, both of his hands sliding up into his hair and gripping it tightly again. He really did feel like he was going to be sick, but there was also another problem. He was starving. He was starving and his throat was dry. How long had he been out for? And just to wake up like this?? He had thought life was done with the horrible jokes. 

He could hear shuffling outside the door and he buried his face in his hands again as he heard a noise. The sweeping of a broom. It disgusted him. There was nothing frantic about it. Just someone casually sweeping the floor. Tears finally escaped down Viktor's face as he stared at the door. Those eyes were burned into his mind. Empty, yet angry. Staring straight ahead. Viktor startled and moved backwards again as there was a knock. It was far too calm and far too soft for what had just happened. "Do not come near me." Viktor instantly stated, his voice shaking. "I don't want to see you, stay out there." It was silent before he heard footsteps head away from the door again. His heart was pounding. He glanced over at the windows.

He really was trapped. Viktor had been so concerned about walking into one that he hadn't realized he was already caught. His whole body stiffened. Had Jayce used him as a distraction?? As bait?? Viktor's blood went cold and his hands curled so tight into the blanket that his knuckles went white. Was he part of the trap? He supposed it all depended on if he thought Jayce was really killing because he wanted to. He knew the two people had been messing around his stuff, but did that count as...? Yes, it... it would've counted as tampering with his research. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. If they'd lived, could he have left with them? His hand curled in the blanket again. He was in pain again and he dragged his knees up to his chest once more. His breathing was shaky. 

He was so hungry and thirsty and his body hurt. He was too scared to move or speak. Something tickled his nose and he wrinkled it before letting out a small sneeze. He covered his face. The dust had likely spread all over the floor. He didn't even want to walk. Not barefoot here. Not...? Viktor paused before lifting the blanket. He had cloth bandages wrapped all the way from his calves to his feet. He furrowed his brow. Had Jayce done that? He reached up to his neck, feeling along it. The bandage was still there, but it must've been new. It was tied differently than how Viktor had done it. The tube of medicine was on his nightstand. Jayce had tended to his wound? It was good he'd done it while Viktor was unconscious, otherwise he would've freaked out about Jayce's hands being that close to his neck again. 

He paused as he heard the footsteps approach again. "Viktor." Jayce's voice was quiet. "I, uh, I know you don't want to... see me right now, but... you've been unconscious for two days. You're... you're probably hungry and... likely dehydrated." He sounded so anxious and it was almost like he hadn't just brutally murdered two people. Viktor kept himself pressed back against the wall. "I can... bring it in to you or if you think you can get up, I can leave it outside your door." Leave what?? Viktor furrowed his brow. He lifted his hand, wiping his eyes. He asked what Jayce was going to leave in a quiet voice. "Food. Food and water. It's just some fruit, but I can make you something hot if that's what you want." Viktor was trembling and he buried his head in his hands. He asked if Jayce was dusty and there was a moment's pause. "I'll go wash off." The other's footsteps were heard moving away and disappearing outside the door. 

Viktor closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. And now Jayce was kind again? Offering to make him food? After that?? Viktor didn't even know if he was going to be able to stomach the fruit that Jayce had mentioned. His heart was still pounding violently and he placed a hand on his chest, trying to focus on his breathing to slow it back down. Two days? Had it really been two days already? He'd surely been marked as a traitor in Piltover by now. After another several minutes of leaning against the wall, he startled as he heard footsteps. "Viktor! I washed off!" Jayce called through the door. "There's no dust, I promise." Viktor stared at the door quietly. 

"Come in then." He finally managed. The door opened and Viktor had to look away from the light. Jayce moved inside with two bowls. One held water and the other held several slices of fruit. He offered the water bowl to Viktor, who remained pressed against the wall. Jayce's hair looked soaked. He had a towel wrapped around his shoulders and his clothes looked like they'd been thrown on extremely fast. Viktor finally moved, stretching out a hand and taking the bowl. He hesitated before raising it to his lips and starting to drink. He still kept himself guarded. His eyes moved out to the main room and he had to stop drinking for a moment to suppress a gag. The floor seemed stained white now. He raised a hand to his mouth. Jayce watched him before setting the bowl of fruit on the nightstand. The instant Viktor had finished the water bowl, Jayce was reaching out to him. 

"Did he touch you? Are you hurt?" He asked, only to pause as Viktor leaned away from his hand. Viktor shook his head here saying that Jayce had certainly made sure of that. "V-Viktor, the Hex Crystal containers were on the floor. I-If one of them had breached, it would've blown." Jayce seemed to be fumbling through his explanation and Viktor could only watch him with weakened eyes. 

"So they didn't get blown up, only to die anyway?" He asked, his voice quiet. Jayce stared at him before starting to insist that they didn't know who they would've told about this. "They also could've ran and told no one. But we will never know now, will we?" Viktor wasn't even sure he was hungry anymore. Jayce's shoulders had sunken in defeat as he stated that he'd just been protecting their work. "Your work." Viktor instantly corrected, his voice firm. His tone weakened as he spoke again. "It's your work and I wish I could have nothing to do with it." 

Jayce was silent for a moment. "But you do." He spoke in a reminding tone. "Because you need it." Viktor shot him a glare and Jayce shrank back a little. Jayce's words hurt, but he was right. Viktor did need this. He needed this to work. When he'd asked how many lives Jayce would be willing to sacrifice for it, he'd been trying to appeal to some kind of humanity. It very clearly hadn't worked and now he was afraid Jayce was taking the question seriously. He flinched as Jayce reached out to him, but his fingers just gently took the empty bowl from Viktor's grip. "...Do you think you can stomach anything right now?" Viktor wasn't sure and he stared down at the bed, unable to even look Jayce in the eyes. How could he speak to him so softly? He felt sick. 

"Viktor, I'm sorry. I told you, I can't..." Jayce trailed off. He seemed to be struggling for words. "I just... I can't let... I can't." His words became a little more desperate and he buried his head in his hands as he leaned against the side of the bed. "I need this research. You need this research. I can't allow anyone to take it from us." Well, hooray for partners. Viktor wanted to vomit. Jayce was staring at him desperately, seeming like he was just trying to get Viktor to understand. He didn't. Viktor didn't. The research was important, yes. Revolutionary, yes. Was it worth the dust Jayce was leaving behind? No. No, Viktor didn't think so. 

"Stop saying it's for us. I wasn't even part of this a few days ago." Viktor managed quietly. "I have nothing to do with your blatant disregard for human life." He kept himself at a distance. Jayce spoke again, insisting that it would be for the benefit of humanity. "Of course." Viktor spoke bitterly. "Just have to make some sacrifices. Just have to get your hands a little dirty. Just have to kill several people to make it happen." He shot the statement at Jayce, whose shoulders sank. "And you can parade your guilt all you like. I don't believe it's genuine. And I won't." He fell silent and Jayce didn't seem like he wanted to speak either, turning his head away. Viktor's nose twitched and he let out another small sneeze, seeming to startle Jayce. 

"Oh, I'll, uh, I'll try to clean it up a little more." Jayce stood up and moved out of the room, shutting the door. "I shouldn't have done that inside the house. Viktor stared after him. He shouldn't have done that at all. But he was sure the thought never occurred to Jayce. Gods, was his whole family like this? The thought made his fingers curl into the blankets again. Did his family even know he was like this? Would his mother be proud? Would his sister look up to him? Viktor stared at the door. Most. Definitely. Not. Had his research being taken away really been the snapping point or had Jayce just been waiting for an excuse? Viktor didn't know. He didn't know. He glanced over at the bowl of fruit. 

...He was really hungry. Viktor reached out, his fingers lightly snagging the bowl. He pulled it closer to him before reaching out and scooping his hand underneath it. He pulled the bowl over to his lap before starting to nibble on the slices. These... He did recognize these fruits, though he hadn't had them in a while. They were nowhere near the season for one of them. How had Jayce gotten it?? He wouldn't even have been able to buy it at a market! He furrowed his brow. Admittedly, he wasn't too upset about that, considering it was his favorite of the fruits in the bowl, but he was concerned about how the other had acquired it. Had he killed someone else? Was Viktor just enjoying the spoils? Even thinking the sentence almost made him lose his appetite again. After a few moments of chewing, he glanced up at the door. 

"Jayce?" Even though he'd barely reached his normal volume, he heard the footsteps outside the door change direction before the door opened. Jayce seemed slightly taken back that Viktor had called for him, but he'd come running anyway. Viktor really didn't understand. He held up one of the fruit slices. "How did you get this? Th-This fruit is nowhere in season. You couldn't have gotten it at a market." He was incredibly worried about what the answer would be, but Jayce glanced to the side. 

"I found a tree and I just... I used my..." He lifted his wrist to show off the bracelet. Viktor could only stare at it before asking which Rune that was. Jayce paused before holding his wrist in front of himself. "...Acceleration." He finally said. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. That made sense. All those people. He'd sped up their lifetimes into seconds. But even though Jayce definitely used it to destroy, it was the first time Viktor had heard him use it for something else. Jayce had managed to get a fruit tree in season just to pick the fruit for him. The contrast between what he used the Rune for was almost laughable. Viktor wished it was funny. "Do you... like the fruit? When I was at the market before, everyone told me that this fruit was the best one. I know you've... you've spent a lot of your life in Piltover, but I thought having some Zaun-based fruit would... would be good too." 

Viktor stared at him before letting out a quiet sigh. "I do like it. It was my favorite as a child." He finally admitted. That seemed to ease some of the tension in Jayce's shoulders. He hesitated before moving over and settling next to the bed, sitting crisscross. Viktor continued to eat his fruit quietly. "Jayce." The other looked over at him. "I've done nothing to assist in your research. Why didn't you just kill me while I was unconscious?" The question lacked bitterness, being tired and genuine. "It would be easier for you to focus and develop your work without tending to me, wouldn't it?" He glanced over as Jayce responded that it would, but Viktor was good company. "I've never heard such a bold-faced lie." Jayce gave a small chuckle. 

"I find your presence enjoyable. Even if the feeling is definitely not mutual." Jayce said, moving himself so he could lean back against the nightstand. Viktor stated that it definitely was not. He couldn't understand what Jayce could possibly find enjoyable.

"You like seeing me afraid of you? Seeing me scared for my life?" Viktor had asked the questions with a scoff, but he didn't get an answer. He stopped chewing and glanced over. Jayce's eyes were fixed on him and his expression was unreadable for a second. Viktor's shoulders instantly scrunched up. Jayce blinked and his eyes changed again, becoming calm as he shook his head, saying that he didn't. Viktor took another small bite of his fruit, chewing and swallowing. "You might be a terrible liar, Jayce." Jayce gave a small scoff, but didn't answer. Viktor finished the fruit slices, setting the bowl down and covering his mouth as he finished chewing. He sat in silent for a moment. "...I think I'll sleep outside." The statement seemed to startle Jayce. 

"On the ground?" He asked, sounding in disbelief. Viktor nodded. He'd already started gathering up the blankets. "I'll... sleep outside with you then." Jayce didn't sound too thrilled about that and it brought a tiny, smug feeling to Viktor's chest. He responded that Jayce didn't have to, slipping onto the edge of the bed. He stretched out his hand for his cane, pulling it over and standing up. He left the bedroom, having to bite his tongue at the feeling of fine particles beneath his feet. He left the house before limping along the rocky ground and heading up to the water pool. He laid out one of the blankets before carefully kneeling down and laying on his back. He pulled the second blanket over him. He stared upwards quietly. He could see the stars through the fissure. Everything was so quiet, interrupted only by the waterfall. If he closed his eyes, it was almost peaceful.

Despite only having a blanket between him and the ground, he was relaxing. If sleeping outside in a cave proved to give him a better night's rest than sleeping in the same house as Jayce, Viktor was going to laugh. He kept his eyes closed, his breathing growing soft. He hadn't heard any footsteps yet. He felt like he'd thought that too soon. Sure enough, he could hear them approaching. Another blanket was suddenly laid on top of him and he blinked open his eyes. Jayce had his back to him, sitting down in front of him. He sat crisscross, resting his head against one of his hands. Viktor felt a little uncertain. Was Jayce really going to sleep like that? He doubted it. He laid his head back down. After several minutes, he heard Jayce get up. Was he really about to do the staring again? Was this really about to happen again? 

Viktor was prepared to snap at him, but instead, he felt the blanket slightly shift. He froze up a little as he felt Jayce's head rest against his thigh. He opened his eyes and glanced down. Jayce was facing his head the other way, but he was laying on his back. His hands were folded over his stomach and he seemed to let out a small sigh. The towel around his neck seemed to be cushioning it. Viktor wasn't sure how he felt about this, other than the fact that he was slightly displeased by Jayce's wet hair being on his blanket. If Jayce really refused to sleep in the house, Viktor did... suppose this was better than him trying to sleep how he was. Viktor's eyes moved back up to the fissure in the ceiling, staring up into the stars. Was this really his life now? Just him and one unpredictable lunatic with a soft demeanor and murderous tendencies? It felt like another joke. A cruel one at that. He was certain Jayce would wake before him, but he wasn't sure what the other would do. 

It would be too much of a mercy for him to kill Viktor, that was for sure. Viktor continued to stare at the glittering sky before he closed his eyes and drifted off, his last thought being a violent worry of what the morning would bring. 

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It came as a surprise to absolutely no one (admittedly in an audience of one), that Jayce was missing from his side in the morning. The towel had been left behind. Viktor blinked open his eyes, noting that the pressure against his thigh was gone. The sun was in the sky, but not quite over the fissure yet, quite to his relief. And he did want to laugh. He felt much more rested sleeping outside on the ground than in that bed. He managed to sit up, blinking a couple times before running his hands through his hair. He instantly wrinkled his nose, wiping them on the blankets. His hair was greasy. He glanced to the side at the water pool and paused. One of his Piltover outfits was laid next to the edge, neatly folded. What, was Jayce trying to tell him he smelled? A weak twitch of amusement tugged at his lips as he pulled himself out from under the blankets. He squeezed his eyes shut. How was he not dead yet? 

He started to look around before freezing. His cane was gone. In its place was a large stick. Viktor stared at it before weakly throwing his hands to the sides in frustration. What the hell? He turned to look back at the house with a sharpened glare, trying to see if he could see the other watching him through the windows. He didn't see anything and he gave a quiet sigh. He scoot himself over to the water's edge before starting to carefully pull off his shirt. He sat for a moment, furrowing his brow as he looked over his bruises. They were starting to turn yellow around the edges, which was a good sign. He closed his eyes and sat for a moment. Finally, he placed his shirt to the side before trying to pick at the bandages around his neck with his fingers. Jayce had tied the knot slightly in the front and it was just under Viktor's chin enough that he had to tip his head back. 

His fingers slid down his neck before locating the knot again and he started to pick at it again. It was quite difficult to undo with him staring at the ceiling, but he was making it work. He finally managed to undo it and slowly tipped his head back down with a sigh, unwrapping the bandage from his neck. A cold prickling suddenly crept over his body and he glanced over towards the house again. The silhouette in the window moved out of sight. Viktor's hands tightened on the bandage, holding it against his chest. He could feel that stare. It had been something dangerous again. The feeling was gone now, but good gods. He started to undo his pants next, sliding them off. Once again, it was difficult to undress his lower half from his sitting position, but he was not going to let Jayce see him using that dirty stick until he absolutely had to. He carefully undid the dirty bandages from his feet, setting all of them aside in a pile. 

Viktor settled his hands on the ground before pushing himself into the water again, giving a small shiver. He stood for a moment, adjusting before his gaze moved back to the house again. Jayce must've been washing off too, but when? He certainly hadn't for the first two days. Did he not want Viktor to see him? Viktor scoffed and turned his head away. "So he's allowed to gawk at me as much as he wants through that window?" He muttered in quiet annoyance. He moved over towards the waterfall again, slipping under it with a shiver before coming out the other side again. He felt a little more safe hidden behind the wall of water. He leaned back, shivering quietly before lowering himself down so the water covered his shoulders. 

He paused before rolling his eyes as he saw Jayce's blurry shape slowly come up from the direction of the house. Was he seeing if Viktor had run away? He paused and wrinkled his nose a little as he watched Jayce kneel next to his pile of dirty clothes, looking them over. "Oh, don't be disgusting now." Viktor was exhausted by this. He watched as Jayce stood up again, leaving the pile alone. Even though he could barely see him through the water, Viktor could tell that Jayce was looking in his direction. He seemed to lean to the side before his shoulders were seen relaxing and he turned away. "Yes, still here." Viktor mumbled to himself. "Still stuck with you." He watched as Jayce disappeared back down towards the house. Viktor hadn't even realized he was tensed up until his shoulders gave a small ache. He forced them to relax. 

After remaining for a little bit in what he now considered his 'safe place', Viktor finally pushed himself up again. He felt a little calmer now as he moved under the waterfall again, combing his fingers through his hair. Washing off with just water was proving to not only be irritating, but ineffective, and Viktor wondered if Jayce could get anything from the town for that. He finally moved out from under the waterfall, stopping in the middle of the pool to close his eyes and think. He really... couldn't go anywhere. Viktor ran a hand through his wet hair again.

He would have to talk to Jayce about taking his cane. He'd been tolerating a lot from the other. Watching him sleep, watching him bathe and... obviously his casual neutrality towards human life. But taking the thing he needed to walk without asking was something he couldn't let pass. He'd already taken everything else, why would he just...? Viktor took a deep inhale and let it out, calming himself down again. He really didn't understand. Jayce had an ego about him that Viktor didn't like. If they weren't in this situation, he knew Jayce would've been one of the people he avoided in the Academy hallways. He muttered a swear under his breath before moving over to the edge of the pool. He paused. The towel that had been around Jayce's neck seemed to have been moved to the edge for him. Viktor really wasn't sure he wanted to be touching that. 

But then again, he really didn't suppose he had a choice, reaching out and pulling the towel over to him. He heaved himself up out of the water before hesitantly tugging the towel over his head. He wrinkled his nose. Even though there wasn't any distinct kind of smell, it still smelled like someone else. And... no, there was a distinct smell. It smelled like the fruit he'd eaten near one part of it. He relaxed a little. It was the only kind of comfort he had that not all of Jayce was wired for violence. He sat with the towel over his head for a few minutes, his eyes closed and heavy. Finally, he began to move again, properly drying himself off. He moved over to the new pile of clothes, rolling his eyes as he placed aside the vest and tie. There really wasn't a need for those here. He remained sitting once he'd gotten fully dressed, sliding a hand up into his hair again. 

His other hand stretched out and he begrudgingly pulled the stick over to himself. How annoying. How completely and utterly thoughtless. He pushed himself to his feet, feeling humiliated using a dirty stick as his walking aid. He deserved something nicer than that. He'd earned it. He reached out, scooping up his dirty clothes and the vest with the tie, slinging everything over his free arm. He made his way back down to the house. As he slipped inside, he shut the door behind him and stared around the main room. It... It was empty. He paused and made his way over to the bedroom, only to find it empty as well. He placed his clothes down before furrowing his brow. "...Jayce?" He called out for the other, but received no response. Had he left? Without telling him? Viktor raised his free hand to his other arm, gripping it anxiously. He was really just by himself? 

It was completely quiet except for one thing. Viktor's eyes moved over to the tables in the center. The containers holding the unstable and the half-stable crystals were both letting out synchronized humming noises. He hesitated before slowly moving over to them. He glanced over the tables before reaching out. He had located Jayce's journal and he pulled it over. There'd been a hypothetical process for stabilization written down. Jayce had written that it didn't seem to work all the time. Viktor stared over the words before glancing at the crystals. He definitely felt like Jayce was taking too many steps and he already had an idea. He glanced around before grabbing a chair and pulling it over. He settled down in front of the table. 

He had no safety equipment, no one to monitor him and he wasn't wearing close-toed shoes. Viktor was practically breaking every single lab regulation in the book, but he once again didn't really have a choice. He set the stick against the table before reaching out to the containers. He reached out to the tools on the table. He wasn't sure how long he was bent over the container, carefully fiddling with the crystal inside. It was a lot of scraping, reshaping and mending. Every time the crystal crackled, Viktor would let out a sharp exhale and drop whatever he was holding since his fingers would spasm. His eyes hurt from staring into the light of the crystal for so long, but he suddenly jumped as the jagged edges finally snapped into place. The crystal became smooth and the humming that had been vibrating the glass instantly dulled down. Viktor stared at it before a small smile pulled at his lips. He'd really just done it. He hadn't followed the written process at all and it had worked. He held the container up, putting down the tool he'd been working with. 

He set it down on the table before reaching out and snagging a pen. He paused, unsure if it was rude to add an entry to another person's journal. This... This person had kidnapped him. Viktor couldn't possibly do anything more rude than that, could he? He opened it to the blank page next to the last entry and started to write down the steps he'd taken. He glanced up at the remaining container. The partially-stabilized one would be a bit harder. He furrowed his brow and crinkled his nose again. Was he actually going to have to follow all of Jayce's tedious steps?? "Hm." He made a small, displeased noise and looked back down at the journal, finishing his entry. His eyes glanced over at the page next to it, where Jayce had his name signed. Viktor paused, the tip of the pen lightly resting on the page. He sat in silence for a moment before carefully signing his name beneath his entry, shutting the journal as quickly as he could. 

Viktor placed the journal down, reaching out and lifting the container he'd stabilized, studying it over with a small look of pride. He froze up like a deer as hands stretched over his shoulders to hold it as well. "...I knew you were brilliant." Jayce said quietly, his voice hushed in awe. Viktor wasn't sure if he should be proud or not. He also hadn't heard Jayce come in. He hesitated before pulling his hands back, allowing Jayce to take the container and study it over. Viktor leaned against his chair, watching him quietly. Jayce's eyes finally flitted up to meet his again. "Oh! Uh, sorry I left earlier without saying anything. I had something... important to attend to-" 

"Where is my cane??" Viktor instantly demanded, finally snapping out of his frozen stupor. Jayce jumped. "You left me with some dirty stick! I've had to let you get away with many things, but taking my cane without asking will not be one of them!" His hands were tight on the back of the chair as he glared at Jayce. Jayce seemed genuinely startled by the sudden scolding before looking to the side. He said that he was making some changes to it and Viktor's glare only became harder. 

"Good changes! Promise! I-I've been infusing i-it with some Hex Crystals over the morning." Jayce explained hurriedly. Viktor stared at him before his glare finally weakened and he could only look at him in confusion before asking why. "So you can defend yourself. If people can break in so easily, what if I'm not there next time?" 

"They were innocents. What you did wasn't protecting me." Viktor stated. Jayce's eyes moved to him instantly and Viktor's fingers curled on the chair. He refused to back down. "What you did was cruel and unnecessary." Jayce's unreadable look was back and he had seemed to go rigid across his whole body. He finally turned away, saying that all he knew was that they'd almost blown the house up, giving a shrug. Viktor stared after him. Why would Jayce give him a weapon? He really trusted him that much? Viktor stared at his back. He probably had a few safeguards. Viktor gave a small sigh before turning back to the table. He hesitated before stretching his hand out to the partially-stabilized container again. He pulled it over and studied the crystal over. "...what was your... important thing you had to attend to?" He finally asked, hearing Jayce pause behind him. 

"I think I might have a job lined up. So we'll have a little income." Jayce sounded proud of himself and Viktor paused before asking if he would be hurting more people. "No, no, not that kind of job." The way he dismissed it so casually made Viktor's hands give the tiniest shake. "It's actually a smithing job! I might get access to a forge!" He sounded excited and Viktor paused before glancing back at him. He hugged the container against his chest before asking how he knew all that. "I spoke to someone in the city. They said their, uh, their boss is looking for a smith. And they recognized my family name." Viktor stared at him. 

"...And they did not bring you to an Enforcer after recognizing your face?" He asked. Jayce had come back to the table, setting the container he was carrying down before glancing to the side and seeming to think over what he wanted to say before managing to pull together that this person hadn't looked like someone that played nicely with Enforcers. Viktor's hands tightened on his container. He really had a feeling that Jayce was about to get involved with something very messy. Especially if the creeping feeling he had was correct. "Jayce." The other glanced up at him in surprise. "...Perhaps you should try to find different work. I don't... think those are people you'd wish to get involved with." Not with how Jayce already was. Jayce seemed taken back before asking why, seeming incredulous. Viktor's hands shook as they remained settled on the humming container. "Jayce. You are going to get me killed." 

Jayce startled at this. Viktor knew it was probably the first time he'd sounded so scared of something other than Jayce. If it was what he thought, Jayce would likely be fine, but any 'companions' he had certainly wouldn't be. "V-Viktor, I don't think it's that bad." He paused as Viktor said that he wouldn't. Because he was from Piltover. He hadn't grown up in Zaun like Viktor had. Of course he wouldn't understand. Jayce set down his container before moving over. Viktor nearly dropped his own as Jayce grabbed the back of the chair and turned it with a loud scraping noise. Viktor was left staring up at him. "Does it really scare you that much?" Viktor hesitated before giving a small nod. He didn't like how Jayce was looking at him again. Studying him. Scanning him. Jayce's eyes suddenly softened and he gave an exasperated sigh. "I guess I'll have to keep looking then." He rubbed his forehead as he turned away. "Do you think people in Zaun would need a smith?" 

"...Your skills would be valuable and your family is already a well-known name among blacksmiths. I do not doubt you could find something. You just... have to be careful that they would not report you." Viktor said quietly, glancing up at him. Jayce mumbled that that was probably the hard part as he turned away, seeming to be thinking. Viktor could only stare at him. He didn't want his life in danger any more than this. This was all he could handle, and even then, not really. But good gods, if Jayce got involved with Silco, Viktor would be done for. He glanced out towards the windows. He wasn't even sure if someone had already been sent to keep an eye on them. Jayce having already interacted with someone within that circle was unfortunately enough to garner attention. Viktor couldn't let go of the container. The humming of the crystal inside was the only thing keeping him grounded. 

"Viktor?" Jayce sounded taken back again and Viktor lifted his head, only to jerk in surprise at the tears in his own eyes. He blinked a couple times in confusion before lifting his sleeve and dabbing at his eyes. He was sure he sounded just as baffled as he apologized. He quickly shook his head and turned away, holding up the container once again. He wanted to try to stabilize this crystal too, even if it was just to distract himself. He could see Jayce lean on the table across from him in order to watch and Viktor felt a little self-conscious. He pulled over the tools that he needed again. Jayce remained so quiet as he watched that Viktor even forgot he was there. It was the first time he hadn't been hyperaware of Jayce's staring. Viktor gave the crystal one more scrape before jumping a little as the same thing happened as before. The crystal smoothed itself out with a small pulse and the humming died down. Viktor couldn't help the relieved smile that crossed his face. "That... That wasn't the process I had written down..." 

Jayce sounded curious and he was already reaching out to his journal. As he pulled it over, Viktor glanced up at him. "...I wrote my process down. I hope that was alright." His eyes quickly moved back to the container. He heard Jayce pause before there was the soft flutter of pages. He heard it stop and he could tell when Jayce was reading over his words before glancing up in confusion as Jayce gave a small chuckle. Jayce held up the journal and tipped his head, grinning as he said that Viktor had signed his name. "You signed every one of your pages." Viktor stated firmly, shooting him a look. Jayce held his hand up in mock surrender before seeming to study the entry again.  

Viktor gave a small sigh, turning and placing the newly stabilized container up on the table next to the other. As he stared at them, he did feel some small bloom of pride in his chest. Despite the circumstances, he was still a scientist. He was still brilliant. He didn't know why the thoughts relieved him so much. Maybe they were just the last bits of normalcy he could cling to. "That's a new face." He startled as Jayce spoke again, his head resting against one of his hands. Viktor rolled his eyes, saying he didn't have to comment on everything. Jayce scanned him over before holding his hands up in surrender again. "What do you want to eat tonight?" 

The question took Viktor off-guard and he glanced up at him. He must've looked genuinely surprised because Jayce paused, tipping his head. "...Food?" He stated after a moment in a prompting tone. "You still need to eat?" Viktor scanned him over before asking if he could make a vegetable stew. He felt odd requesting meals and it showed on his face. Jayce's eyes moved down and he paused. "You'll have to reapply the medicine and bandages again." He said. Viktor paused before reaching up to his throat. He flinched a little as he touched it, one of his fingers have settled right on a tender spot. He squeezed his eyes shut. He heard Jayce come over. "Here." He opened his eyes, staring at the tube and the roll of bandages Jayce was holding out. Viktor's hands shook as he reached out to them. "...You know I can do it for you too." It seemed like just a suggestion, but Viktor's shoulders tensed. He didn't know if he trusted Jayce's hands so close to his throat again and he glanced up. "I changed them while you were unconscious, didn't I?" 

Viktor paused. He had. Jayce moved his stick away in order to kneel down in front of him and Viktor leaned back a little in his chair. Jayce was scanning him over again before giving a quiet sigh. He set the bandages and the medicine tube down before holding up his wrist. To Viktor's shock, Jayce unclasped the bracelet holding the crystal. He held it up, seeming like he wanted Viktor to clearly see that he'd taken it off. He stood up and reached over the table, placing it on the other side of his equipment. Far out of Viktor's reach. Jayce knelt back down in front of him. "...Does that... ease your mind at all?" Viktor stared at him. Surprisingly, yes, it did. But that didn't mean Jayce wasn't still dangerous physically. But... Viktor felt unsure. Jayce seemed to avoid laying his hands on him ever since their escape. Shockingly, Jayce did not seem like he wanted to hurt him. Well...despite what he implied. 

Jayce picked up the medicine and bandages again before staring at Viktor. Viktor finally loosened his grip on the chair before leaning forward again to sit in it normally. Jayce opened the medicine tube first, carefully applying it to each of the burn wounds. Viktor had his eyes squeezed shut by the end, trying to handle the stinging. "You're alright." Jayce's voice was soft and comforting. Viktor wrinkled his nose immediately and he felt Jayce pause before laughing softly. "You really don't like me talking like that?" 

"You're a murderer touching my throat." Viktor stated bluntly. Jayce's smile faded and he gave a small sigh, but he didn't say anything else. His fingers slipped under Viktor's chin and he lifted it, instructing him to keep his head back. Viktor felt exposed with his throat like this, but he bit his tongue and kept himself quiet. His body had tensed up and he furrowed his brow as he felt Jayce tracing his fingers down his neck. "J-Jayce." He tried to keep a scolding tone, but it gave a small tremor and he felt Jayce's fingers pause and pull away. Jayce gave a small apology, though Viktor did not like how intrigued he sounded. Jayce held the end of the bandage against his throat with a finger before starting to wrap the bandage around his neck. Each movement around his head was slow. 

Viktor blinked as Jayce stated that he could lower his head now. As he did so, Jayce took the bandage into his mouth, tearing it with his teeth and Viktor stared at him. Jayce had sharper canines than what he'd seen on most people. His entire body had frozen once again. Jayce didn't seem to notice and Viktor paused as he felt Jayce tying the bandage. "Are you-" He stopped talking, not meaning to have spoken so suddenly. Jayce glanced up at him as he finished tying it. Viktor decided to commit after reaching a hand up to the bandage once the other's hands had pulled away. "Well, I... assume you are most used to tying ascots?" He asked in surprise. He paused as Jayce seemed to fluster, giving a shrug.

He stood up again, moving over towards the table. He set everything down before scooping up the bracelet and clipping it on again. He turned and went over to the kitchen area. "I'll make, uh, the stew. I can come get you when it's ready or you can... just sit outside while I make it." Jayce offered, glancing back at him. Viktor hadn't moved his hand from the bandage and he paused as Jayce scoffed. "You don't have to keep touching it. I can tie it a different way too." Viktor blinked. Jayce really was embarrassed about it. He hadn't expected that and he stared at him before replying that it was fine, moving his hands back down to settle in his lap. Jayce was gathering vegetables from a cabinet in the kitchen area that he seemed to have cleaned out. 

"Jayce... I'll need that... stick so I can walk." Viktor admitted, though he still was very clearly not pleased about the stick. Jayce paused and Viktor noticed the way he slightly lit up as he realized that Viktor was going to sit with him outside. 

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Jayce couldn't seemed to suppress his smile. He quickly moved over with the vegetable in one arm. He picked up the stick before bringing it over to Viktor. He moved back to the kitchen and Viktor jerked backwards in shock as he pulled out an old-looking knife from one of the drawers. "I heard you jump, Viktor." Jayce wasn't even looking. He wasn't sure if that was supposed to be assuring. Jayce's voice softened. "I need this for the vegetables." He glanced back at him. "You following?" Viktor hesitated before using the stick to stand. He followed Jayce to the door, though he kept a distance. Jayce shouldered it open and held it for Viktor. 

Unlike the Enforcers topside, Jayce stayed nearby and waited for Viktor to catch up to him as they moved back up to the water cavern. Despite everything, Viktor could at least appreciate that. He reached the cavern and settled himself down near the pot, watching Jayce place down the vegetables. He paused and glanced up. The sky was orange in the fissure and Viktor was a little taken back. His hands tightened on the stick. Was it sunset already? How long had he been trying to stabilize those crystals?? "Time passes fast when you're focused, doesn't it?" Jayce joked softly, glancing over at him. Viktor shot him a look and Jayce shut his mouth again. 

Viktor's eyes moved back up to the fissure and, he hated to admit it, but... this was the most relaxed he'd felt down here so far. Despite the looming threat of death on his shoulders at all times, it was... He glanced over, watching as Jayce stirred the fire with his crystal. He turned and settled down, starting to chop up vegetables. This was... peaceful...? Viktor scrunched his shoulders up quietly. He couldn't... be comfortable. He wasn't. He wasn't. This man was still dangerous. Viktor pulled the stick a little closer to himself and closed his eyes, listening to the soft sounds of the fire. Even Jayce's movements were softer. Viktor let out a quiet sigh. 

This... couldn't be the life he had now. He glanced over at Jayce, scanning him over with cautious eyes. His eyes were bright and focused again as he tended to the vegetables. He almost seemed... just like a normal person. Viktor couldn't stand it. He raised his hand to the bandage around his throat. This couldn't be his life now... His fingers lightly tugged at the tiny, makeshift ascot. This... couldn't...

...Could it? 

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"...Hey, are you listening? Viktor!" Viktor startled as Jayce suddenly snapped his fingers. He leaned backwards a little, his eyes finally landing on him. "Sorry." Jayce pulled his hand back. "So you press this button on top and tap the cane twice." He gestured to the hidden button that had been added to the top of his cane. "And you have to keep holding the button down." Jayce moved back a little, his eyes bright. "Try it." Viktor stared at him before his gaze drifted down to the cane. It had changed in appearance, the top now replaced with a glowing blue glass orb. It had new designs down the sides of it, resembling what appeared to be a forging hammer within a diamond outline. Viktor's finger drifted up to the button, but he stopped. He glanced up at Jayce uncertainly again. 

"You... You tested this before giving it to me?" He asked after a moment. Jayce stared at him before raising one of his fingers and starting to pull his gloves off. Viktor went silent in shock as Jayce showed off his bandaged hands. His grey-stained fingers remained, but with how badly the bandages were wrapped on his right hand, Viktor could see burn wounds beneath it. And they looked untreated. Viktor looked up at Jayce in complete horror and the other gave a nervous laugh. He confirmed that he had tested it, and multiple times, at that. It had been three days since Viktor had last seen the cane. He'd just wanted to stop using that stick to walk. Viktor hesitated before reaching out to Jayce's badly wrapped hand. "Have you applied the medicine??" Jayce paused and glanced to the side. 

"We only have enough for your neck. I've just been keeping them clean and covered." He assured him. Viktor paused before reaching up to his neck again out of instinct. He doubted that was true. Any of Jayce's statements. His fingers lightly settled on the bandage and he furrowed his brow. He stated that the wounds were almost healed by now. Jayce paused. "Viktor, really, I'd rather save the medicine for you." He stated. "And besides! I spent three days on this! Try it out!" He directed Viktor's attention back to the cane. Viktor was successfully distracted by that and he stared down at it. He rubbed his thumb over the orb at the top before pressing the button in. The cane suddenly let out a low, warbling hum. Viktor raised it, tapping it twice against the ground before his eyes widened in shock as the Hex Crystal in the top let out a whine. A translucent blue shield spread out over him, starting from his hand and climbing his arm before spreading around the rest of his body. He gave a shiver. It was cold. 

Jayce had disappeared from in front of him while he'd been distracted and Viktor blinked. He started to turn before jerking backwards in shock as the hammer bounced off his chest, clattering to the floor. He stared at it for a moment before looking over at Jayce, who seemed satisfied. "...Did you just throw a hammer at me??" Viktor asked in absolute disbelief. Jayce blinked before smiling and saying that the shield had protected him. He turned away, moving over and picking up the hammer before returning to the table again. He proudly stated that Viktor had a way to protect himself now. Viktor could only stare at him as he released the button, feeling the coldness of the shield soon dissipate. "You threw a hammer at me." Jayce clarified that he'd thrown it at the shield and it made Viktor bristle a little. "I am under the shield!" 

"And it shielded you." Jayce replied, smiling. Viktor could only stare at him before demanding to know what if it hadn't. "Vik, I wouldn't have thrown it if I didn't think it would work." Jayce assured him. Viktor paused and scrunched up his shoulders again. If there was a foolproof way to get him to shut his mouth and retreat into himself like a turtle, it was the nickname Jayce had started using. Jayce didn't even seem to notice he'd started using it and it made Viktor's hands always tighten on whatever he was holding. Jayce really did think this was just all some kind of joke, didn't he? They weren't friends. They weren't even acquaintances. Viktor kept his mouth shut and allowed his eyes to drift back down to the cane. 

The magic inside was giving a small, steady hum that he could feel through his fingers. He... He did have a way to defend himself now. Against common weapons, at least. "...Th-Thank you... Jayce." He finally managed, glancing over at the other. Jayce seemed genuinely surprised by his words and Viktor stared at him. "...You don't have to look so shocked." He stated, turning his head away. "It is common decency to thank someone once they've given you something." His voice dropped to a mumble. Before Jayce could say anything, Viktor interrupted him. "W-We have to treat your hands." He moved over to the table and picked up the medicine tube. It felt like there was about half of it left. It would be enough. 

"Viktor, that medicine is for you." Jayce had come up behind him and he reached out for it before Viktor pulled it close to his chest. Jayce paused and his hand pulled back. He wouldn't dare put his hands that close to Viktor's body without permission and Viktor knew it. "Viktor..." Viktor shook his head, saying his neck was practically healed. 

"If you are to get a smithing job, you cannot have your hands injured like this." Viktor said firmly. "And I don't want you to have..." He trailed off, staring at Jayce. What was he saying?? Jayce stared at him in confusion and Viktor could only stare back before his eyes fell to the floor. "When you... use your Rune, I would... think it best to not have open wounds on your skin." Jayce stared at him before asking in an awed voice if Viktor was worried for him. Viktor's gaze instantly sharpened into a glare. "I'm not. I wouldn't be. Th-That's just the conclusion I came to! If you want to rip your own hands apart, you are welcome to try." He spoke in a firm voice and he only felt more displeased the longer Jayce silently looked him over. He couldn't do it anymore and his gaze instantly returned to the ground once more. 

"If you sit on the kitchen counter over here, you can reach my hands a little easier." Jayce finally said. On the counter? Why?? Well, if he really thought about it, he could see how Jayce was planning ahead. Either him or Jayce sitting in a chair with the other standing in front of them would've made him extremely uncomfortable. On the counter, they'd be relatively facing each other directly around the same height. Viktor furrowed his brow, unsure how Jayce could've pieced that together before he did. He used his cane to follow Jayce over to the kitchen counter with the roll of bandages. He'd had to pick up some new ones. Viktor propped his cane up before pulling himself up onto the counter to face Jayce. He leaned back a little as the other got close enough for Viktor's knees to be touching his stomach. He did not like that. Jayce seemed to notice and he moved back just a little bit. 

Viktor watched him. Despite everything else he did, Jayce was really less willing to come off as physically threatening to Viktor than he expected. Of course, this wasn't the same as intimidating him, which Jayce seemed to do gladly with his casual implications, but he definitely didn't seem to like getting into Viktor's personal space. He placed one hand on the counter next to Viktor and held the badly bandaged one up. Viktor furrowed his brow, stopping himself as he reached out to it. What was he doing?? It had been about a week since he'd been... forced into living with Jayce. Shouldn't he still be angry? He was, but... Why was he offering to apply medicine and bandages for him?? Viktor stared at his hand. He'd already offered and he didn't want Jayce to be upset with him. He slipped one of his fingers under the loosest ring of bandage, giving it a tug.

Viktor's hands started to work carefully to undo the bandage, only biting back his horror more and more at the marks that were exposed. He paused as he stared at it. "Jayce, you may need a doctor." He said after a moment. Jayce asked if he thought it was that bad. "Doesn't it hurt?" Jayce replied that it actually hurt a lot, though the tone of his voice could've easily fooled Viktor. Viktor let go of his hand, placing the bandages aside. He pulled up the medicine tube and poured quite a bit onto his fingers. He glanced up at Jayce as he set the tube aside. "...This will sting." He warned quietly. Jayce nodded. Viktor reached out, taking Jayce's pointer finger first before starting to spread the medicine over his hand. He froze as he heard Jayce's breathing hitch and the other's hand tightened on the counter next to him. Viktor did feel a little bad for a moment. He knew it probably stung like a nest of hornets. 

Viktor diverted all his focus, starting to carefully coat each of Jayce's fingers. He somewhat understood by Jayce had laughed at the size difference in their hands, considering how he needed two of his own fingers to spread the medicine over one of Jayce's. It did slightly irritate him. He lifted his other hand, holding it under Jayce's palm before he started to use his other hand to spread it over the main section of his hand. Jayce's hand shook and instantly started to move to hold Viktor's. "Keep your hand open, Jayce." Viktor instructed quietly. He heard Jayce lightly swallow before his fingers opened back up. He felt like he was trying to hold his hand rigidly stiff. Once Viktor finished, he pulled his hand away. He paused before finally committing and wiping it on his pants. He was really displeased with how crude they had to be here, but at least he was somewhat used to it. Jayce seemed to be struggling a bit.

Viktor picked up the roll of bandages. He started at Jayce's thumb this time, carefully wrapping around each finger and returning to the wrist with every one. He used his other hand to keep the bandage as close to Jayce's palm as he could. His finger suddenly brushed the edge of Jayce's leather bracelet and Viktor nearly dropped the roll. "I'm not using it!" Jayce instantly stated. "I wouldn't use it right now. Y-You're trying to help me." The way he said it was strange, like Viktor wasn't the only one he was trying to convince. Viktor finally managed to look up at his face and paused. Jayce looked... uneasy. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Viktor's hands and Viktor furrowed his brow. Did... Jayce not like people touching his hands? He finished wrapping it before tugging the bandage, trying to rip it. He blinked as Jayce raised their hands to his mouth and that sharp canine appeared before biting straight through it. Jayce offered the bandaged hand back to him to tie up. Viktor could only stare for a moment before hesitantly diverting his focus again. He tied the bandage off before tucking it into the one surrounding the wrist. He asked if that felt better, Jayce flexing his hand before giving a nod. 

"Other hand." Viktor prompted quietly. Jayce switched sides and held up the other one. As Viktor unwrapped it, he must've made another face because Jayce spoke, seeming like he was trying to assure him as he said this one didn't actually hurt that much. That it looked worse than it was. "...Sure." Viktor stated, furrowing his brow. He started reached over, applying the medicine again before starting to rub it in. Jayce's other hand suddenly raised and Viktor glanced up to watch Jayce cover his mouth. His eyes returned to his hand. "...You're being a terrible liar again." He commented softly. Jayce's hand had stiffened up. It was shaking and Viktor paused, stopping his application of the medicine to reach up and hold Jayce's fingers lightly. He used his thumb to rub the other's palm and the shaking seemed to decrease a little. 

When Viktor glanced up again, Jayce looked a little more relaxed, but he still wouldn't turn to face him. Were those...? Viktor had to suppress his look of shock. It was the first time he'd seen tears in Jayce's eyes. They were faint, but they were there. He hadn't thought the other was capable of crying at all. The pained look really did not suit him. He... may have actually preferred his offset grin. This must've really hurt. He glanced over at the cane. Jayce had seemed determined to alter it for him. Did he really think Viktor would be attacked without him nearby? Maybe he'd built it as a way for Viktor to stall for time until he did get there. He finished applying the medicine, wiping his hand again. Applying the bandage was a little more difficult with how Jayce's hand shook. He couldn't massage his palm when he needed both hands to wrap. He did manage it and paused before holding the bandage up to Jayce's mouth. The other opened it obediently, biting it. Viktor set the roll aside and tied the bandages off on that hand too. He flexed his hands and finally let out a small sigh of shaky relief. He thanked Viktor softly. 

"I'm not sure when you decide to clean yourself, but when you do, you will have to take them off. If you can't reapply the bandages yourself, I... I can do it for you again." Viktor stated. He still hadn't seen Jayce out in the pool cavern. Not that he was looking either! He wasn't. It just... He knew the other had been watching him while he was bathing. He'd started to guard parts of himself from the window. He wondered if Jayce knew that Viktor could tell he was watching and he just didn't care. Or if he thought he was being subtle. Knowing Jayce... it was likely the former. "Jayce. Bathing with... just water is... becoming irritating." He ran his hand through his limp hair. "Is... there anything from the town you could try to pick up for that?" Once again, he felt odd making requests. 

"Oh, yeah, of course! Was that what it was? You never seem too thrilled whenever you got out." Jayce said, turning and moving back towards his tables. Viktor stared after him before rolling his eyes as he sat on the counter. Jayce really had absolutely zero shame. None at all. Viktor slipped off the counter, picking up his cane and moving after Jayce. "I brought one of my tools to town by accident yesterday. It was a good thing! A woman with a prosthetic was having issues and I actually stopped to fix the arm for her. It just had a few screws loose." Viktor glanced up at him. So Jayce was acting kind to others in Zaun? He wasn't sure if that would give him a good reputation. Being kind was considered a suspicious trait. And naïvety was dangerous. But then again... Jayce was dangerous. 

Jayce was in his green-stitched Zaun outfit again and he'd actually brought back something similar for Viktor. All of the outfits had been hooded and it gave Viktor some... small hope. "...When can I go into town?" He hoped this wasn't a dangerous question and he paused as Jayce turned to look back at him. He seemed genuinely surprised as he asked if Viktor wanted to. Viktor narrowed his eyes at him. "I've been stuck in this house for a week, often by myself." He stated. 

"Well, y-you never asked, Vik!" Jayce instantly stated, seeming like he was defending himself. That nickname felt far too casual. They weren't friends! Viktor paused before speaking in disbelief, wondering aloud if all he really had to do was ask. "Of course! As long as I go with you! I was hoping to get a functioning lock for our door today anyway! Or at least material to build one!" Viktor paused before asking how much money they had left. "Enough for some materials and something to help wash your hair! Promise." Jayce said, smiling. He said that word a lot, but Viktor was unsure if he actually knew what it meant. "Do you want to go now?" Viktor paused before nodding. 

Jayce moved over to the center of the room. He started to move everything that seemed important into hidden places. "This will be the first time we've both left the house, so I, uh, I really want to be careful about this." An anxious tone had crept into his voice and it dawned on Viktor just how much Jayce trusted that he would keep his research safe. Jayce started to pack the messenger bag that Viktor had brought down. It seemed to be his bag of choice for going out. He'd bought both of them sandals so Viktor wouldn't have to walk around barefoot. Especially since Viktor had refused to leave the bedroom for several hours after stepping in an overlooked pile of dust. 

Viktor could hear the money in the bag. He really didn't know how much of it was left, even though Jayce had seemed to become a little more cautious about his spending habits. Jayce slipped the bag over his head, pulling his hood up before reaching out and carefully pulling up Viktor's as well. He reached up, turning off the Hextech lamp before moving to the door and holding it open for Viktor. Viktor slipped out of the house, waiting for Jayce. Jayce seemed a little nervous to leave it, but he quickly joined Viktor at his side. As they started down the hill, Viktor suddenly felt Jayce's hand on his lower back. He seemed to be just supporting it and Viktor wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wouldn't say anything though. 

He finally glanced back at their house after a bit and he was surprised to find himself a little anxious at how far away it was. He'd just been stuck there for a week, why was he...? Viktor's eyes widened a little. What was he thinking?? Their house?? He almost stopped walking out of pure shock. Why was he thinking like that?? His eyes instantly shot forward as he tried to distract himself. The houses were starting to actually look lived in and Viktor startled at the sound of children. There were... There were children. He was wide-eyed as Jayce led him through what appeared to be a small neighborhood. An older woman called out to Jayce, though it didn't seem like she knew his name. She seemed happy to see him and Jayce waved back to her. 

"...They recognize you?" Viktor asked him in a soft voice. Jayce glanced down at him. 

"She needed help with her lantern. It was a little hard for me to understand what she was saying, but we figured it out. Uh..." Jayce glanced to the side. "I think they all assume I just moved here with a partner. They've been calling me a new neighbor." Viktor stared at him. He asked if he'd clarified it was a lab partner and Jayce gave a small shrug. "I mean, I don't think there was any need to bring that up." Viktor started to speak. "Why would I move down here with a lab partner, Viktor? Wouldn't that imply I'm doing something that involves a lab?" Viktor paused before shutting his mouth and turning his head away. He didn't like it when Jayce was correct. Jayce gave a small, muted snicker and Viktor instantly shot him a glare. 

Viktor shut his mouth and his anxiety worsened as the houses turned to shops. They'd exited onto one of the busier streets and Viktor furrowed his brow at the sight of all the people. Jayce seemed unbothered, heading towards a specific building. He opened the curtain for Viktor, who slipped inside. It appeared to be another shop, though the shopkeeper was an older woman. She gave a small smile as she saw Jayce. "Back again, darling? I feel like I've seen you almost every day now." Jayce smiled, replying that she was the only one who carried things that he needed. The shopkeeper's eyes fell on Viktor and she made a small noise of interest. "You brought a companion this time?" Jayce blinked before gesturing to Viktor and saying this was his roommate. Viktor... supposed that was better than partner. 

"Oh, I was wondering if you happened to sell..." Jayce's voice faded into background noise as Viktor stared at the floor. His hands nervously tightened on the top of his cane. He hadn't realized quite how out of place Jayce sounded until he was talking to another Zaunite, but... good gods, Jayce did not sound like he was from here. He carried himself like he was from Piltover. He spoke like he was from Piltover. He was just... so, so obviously from Piltover that it was almost painful. Was it really safe for both of them to be out if Jayce was drawing this much attention? Maybe he shouldn't have come. "V." V? Viktor glanced up in confusion at Jayce as the other showed off a bottle to him. Was that what Jayce called him in the town? He looked back down at the bottle. It looked simple, but it was definitely a shampoo and conditioner mix. It... looked expensive, but Viktor knew that Jayce wouldn't care. He gave a nod and Jayce smiled, moving back to the counter. "We'll get this." We? Viktor let out a small sigh. 

He jumped as he heard the curtain behind him move, followed by heavy footsteps that he did not like. It spurred him into action and he limped over to Jayce's other side, slightly hiding behind him. The shopkeeper's smile had faded and her head was down. Jayce looked confused before turning to face the door. "Oh, it's you." He sounded vaguely surprised. The woman that had come in was much bigger and much taller than Viktor liked. She had a dangerous look about her and a piercing, unamused gaze that raked over the both of them. Jayce seemed unfazed. "How's your arm? Are the screws holding?" Her arm... 

Viktor's eyes moved down. Her arm was clunky-looking, attached directly to her shoulder and made of a dark metal with a glowing purple liquid inside. Viktor's spine went cold as he stared at it. He wasn't sure what that really was, nor if he wanted Jayce to either. Hell knew what he would do if he got his hands on it to try and combine it with his Hextech. The woman had faint scarring on her neck that seemed to have a faint glean to it. Viktor really didn't like this. The woman raised her arm, showing off the fingers that ended in cold points. "Holding." She responded in a rough voice. Her gaze landed on Viktor and he instantly reached up, tightly curling his fingers into Jayce's shirt. The way Jayce paused indicated that he had felt it. "Need you to come with me." Her eyes moved back down to Viktor. "Both of ya." 

"I'm still buying things. And we were just planning to go home after, so I don't think we want to be out much longer." Jayce replied politely, his voice maintaining its casual neutrality. Viktor saw the shopkeeper glance at Jayce in slight disbelief, but he didn't seem to notice. The woman definitely did not seem to like this answer and she approached the counter, reaching into her pouch before slamming down a good amount of Cogs and Gears onto the wood. She repeated herself in a harsher tone. Jayce hadn't inched back from her like Viktor and the shopkeeper had, but instead gave a heavy sigh through his nose. "...Fine." He reached out and tucked the bottle into his bag. "As long as V stays safe." 

The way the woman glanced back at him told Viktor in an instant that she wouldn't be guaranteeing that, nor did she care enough to. Viktor was going to die. He was absolutely about to die. He paused as Jayce gently tapped his cane without looking at him, as if to remind him that he had it. Jayce moved after the woman, bidding the shopkeeper farewell. As they moved out of the curtain and followed the woman, Viktor's heart was pounding. He was so scared again that he felt like he was going to throw up. "J and V, huh? Cute couple names." The woman commented from ahead of them. Did Jayce go by J? Viktor kept his hand curled into his shirt.

Every step he took felt heavier and heavier. The shops were starting to become sparse. The area was starting to become industrial and Viktor's heart only sunk further. He was going to die.  

Chapter Text

The first thing Viktor noticed about this area was that it looked absolutely and utterly destroyed. Everything about it. There were scorch marks everywhere, bent metal and broken pathways. Off to the side, Viktor could see the burnt remains of a warehouse. This all looked like it could've even happened today. Viktor's fingers curled into Jayce's shirt more and he glanced up at him. Jayce met his gaze, though his own was flitting around the area. "...Nice place you got here." He said, causing the woman to shoot a glare back at them. "What, uh, what happened here?" That seemed to surprise the woman and she stopped, turning to look at them. Jayce stopped too and ever so slightly moved in front of Viktor. The woman was looking them over like she was trying to see if they were serious or not. Viktor furrowed his brow. It must've been something big. They lived on the complete opposite side of Zaun surrounded by abandoned houses. How were they supposed to know??

"...There was a fight yesterday. Explosions. Fire. Lots of... casualties." The woman gestured to the collapsed warehouse. She turned back to them. "You didn't hear about any of that?" Before Jayce could answer, the woman spoke again. "I lost my arm yesterday." Jayce seemed surprised by this, gesturing to the arm and saying that he hadn't expected it to be new. "And what do you mean by that?" The woman stated. Jayce blinked before saying that it didn't seem... well put together. Viktor stared up at him before letting out a heavy sigh. He was going to die. Jayce was going to get him killed. "And what would you know about that, pretty boy?" The woman tipped her head as she moved forward. 

"Well, I'm a smith. And an engineer. I'm afraid I know a lot about that, ma'am." Jayce answered. The title seemed to genuinely cause the woman to cringe backwards and she stated for him never to call her that again with a disgusted face. Jayce nodded. "Of course, my apologies." 

The woman narrowed her eyes at them and crossed her arms with a slight clank. "...You talk like a Piltie. You walk like a Piltie. What the hell are you doing down here? Dressed like that. Walking around like one of us." The woman began to circle them and Viktor's hands tightened on his cane. "What about you?" He leaned back as she moved forward to look at him. Her eyes scanned him over. "You a Piltie too?" She startled as Jayce put his hand in front of Viktor and guided the woman back. Viktor froze up. Jayce had taken off one of his gloves, faintly revealing his grey-stained fingers. 

"Look, I would... really appreciate it if you didn't approach him like that. I don't, uh, I don't know what happened here and..." He trailed off, glancing around at the damaged landscape. "I don't think I want to. But we had nothing to do with this." For once, Viktor was somewhat relieved by Jayce's crowding. The woman scowled and reached out towards Viktor, but Jayce suddenly grabbed her metal wrist. Viktor's hand tightened on him as rust started to quickly spread through the woman's arm, the glowing purple in the center sputtering and burning out in clouds. The woman's eyes widened and there was a loud click before her arm crashed to the ground, pieces of it breaking off into bits. Jayce stared at it quietly, lowering his hand. "...It really feels like a waste to do that to something I just fixed." 

The woman stared at him, her hand over her shoulder, where the metal that had held the prosthetic still seemed safe from the aging. Jayce nudged the arm with his foot and it started to disintegrate. "I could probably make you a better one than that, but I'm not sure if I'd... exactly trust you with something I made, if this is what you want to do with something I fixed." Jayce spoke so casually that it seemed to make the woman move back a little. She looked them over. Honestly, it was the first time Viktor had seen Jayce use that Rune on someone and have them survive. He was honestly surprised Jayce hadn't killed her. "So, uh, can we... leave? This is not a place I want to be, or a place I think V wants to be either."

The woman stared at him before giving a soft scoff of what appeared to be awe mixed with disbelief. "You're some kind of crazy." She finally stated, sounding like she'd just processed something. Jayce blinked and shook his head, saying he wouldn't call it that. He offered 'dedicated' as a better word and the woman only seemed more convinced. "I've never met a Piltie as unhinged as you." Jayce responded that he really hadn't done anything. "I was sent to bring you back to my boss. He needs someone who's good with machines. He'd pay for it too. And..." Her eyes moved down to Viktor. "He'd probably have something for you to do too." Jayce paused before tipping his head, asking how much he'd pay. "...Probably a lot with your kind of... personality."

"I was hoping you meant my skills." Jayce stated, seeming just a little unamused. The woman scoffed and turned away, starting to walk forward again. Jayce stared after her before turning to Viktor. "...Sounds like he has a lot of money." The moment he saw Viktor's face, he was a little taken back. "...And seems like you know who it is." Viktor gave a small nod. "Dangerous?" Viktor nodded again.

"His name is Silco. He is... Well, he... he runs a crime syndicate of some kind. One of the... dark shadows of Zaun." Viktor told him. He glanced to the side, his hands extremely tight on his cane. "We shouldn't have come here." Jayce blinked before saying they could just leave. Viktor stared at him. "...They know we exist now, Jayce. They won't leave us alone." Jayce still didn't seem to get it, replying that he could handle it. "Until you can't. When I said you were going to get me killed, I meant it." Viktor's voice slightly shook. "Jayce, I don't believe you’re quite processing what a mess we're in." Jayce glanced over towards the woman, who seemed like she'd stopped and waited for them.

"...So should we go or not?" Jayce was not listening. Viktor stared up at him and he must've even looked frustrated because Jayce shrank back a little. "Okay, do we have a choice...? You think...?" Viktor's glare weakened and he finally looked at the ground. No. No, he really didn't think they did. "Then let's go. I'll get us out of there if I really have to. I'll get us home as fast as possible. Promise." There was that word again. Viktor sighed before muttering for Jayce not to call the house their 'home'. "Right, my apologies." Jayce didn't sound that sorry as he pulled away. Viktor moved after him, the woman turning and walking along a metal, grated catwalk after she realized they were following. They were approaching another warehouse. There were people outside. 

None of them looked friendly or recognizable. Viktor did not like the way they were trying to get a look at both of them either. The woman approached the door before banging on it so loudly that it made Viktor jump. After a moment, the door swung open and Viktor could see lanterns inside. The woman turned to them before nodding towards the door with her head. "Go." She stated flatly. Jayce didn't seem pleased by that, but he moved forward. For once, Viktor absolutely could not stand it and he gently grabbed Jayce's hand, being mindful of his injuries. Without even looking at him, Jayce's hand closed around Viktor's. Viktor couldn't believe he was relying on his kidnapper like this. He couldn't believe he was down here and he couldn't believe this was even a situation he was in. Once they were inside, the woman shut the door, starting to walk around them. "Hoods down. He'll want to remember your faces." 

Jayce didn't seem pleased by that either and he sighed. He reached up and slid his hood back before glancing to Viktor. Viktor had to let go of Jayce's hand in order to pull back his own. The warehouse was lit up by lanterns and they watched as the woman moved over to a small room, her knock much lighter this time. After a moment, the door opened and the man that moved out held such a cold aura about him that it made Viktor's spine lock up. "The child is sleeping. What do you want?" He stated tiredly to the woman. He seemed to scan her over and Viktor could only stare at the damage on the side of his face. It looked... It looked terrible. "...Where is your arm? How did you already lose it?" The woman nodded her head towards the both of them and the man followed before the air turned dangerous. He let out an intrigued hum. "Aren't you a pretty thing...?" He seemed to muse at Jayce, who blinked in surprise as the man's damaged eye scanned him over. 

"Don't let that fool you. He ain't as doe-eyed as he appears." The woman commented to the man quietly. That only seemed to fascinate the man more. 

Viktor couldn't help but notice the bruising around the man's throat. It looked awful. Something had clearly happened. He wondered if the rasp that accompanied the man's voice had been there before or if it was a result of the injury. "Sevika seems to think you'd be a good fit to work for me." The man said, gesturing to the woman. "Though I do feel... obligated to ask what a Piltover citizen such as yourself is doing sneaking around Zaun." Jayce seemed momentarily taken back before asking if it was really that obvious. Viktor rolled his eyes as Sevika gave a completely flat look. Viktor's exasperation seemed to catch the man's attention and he leaned to the side to study Viktor. Jayce moved slightly in front of him. 

"I had to leave Piltover to pursue my work." Jayce replied. Viktor supposed that was a pretty way of wording it. "...You must be Silco." The man tipped his head and replied that he would need names as well if they were to continue speaking so casually. "I've just been going by 'J' to everyone. And this is V." Viktor glanced around Jayce to look at Silco. 

Silco gave another small hum as he looked them over. "Some connections within the Enforcers told me they were looking for two Academy students that they believed escaped to Zaun a little more than a week ago. I wasn't told both names, but the one they seemed most concerned with was a... Jayce Talis." Jayce paused, glancing up at him. "And I recognize that last name. I've heard it in passing a few times. You were raised in a smithing family. Accepted into the Academy. Not only a smith, but a scientist." Silco's voice remained light. "Having your skills would prove quite valuable to me. And I'd pay you handsomely." Silco paused as Sevika leaned down to mutter something to him. Silco's eyes lowered to Jayce's gloved hands. "Hm. Sevika has informed me you turned her arm to rust with a single touch?" 

"That... quite possibly happened." Jayce answered, his eyes shifting momentarily to the side. Silco scanned them over. "You wouldn't want to hand us over to the Enforcers?" 

"The Piltover Council and their elites are not ones I play nicely with." Silco stated. "Why would I give them what they want?" He almost sounded insulted that Jayce would even ask. Viktor blinked as Silco's gaze moved to him. "You've been awfully quiet. Does Mr. Talis do all the speaking for the both of you?" Viktor stared at him, unsure if he was even going to be able to speak, and Silco's eyes took on a look of fascination. "...You're a Zaunite, aren't you? And a student of the Academy? I quite commend you." He paused. "Well, former student, I imagine." Viktor instantly crinkled his nose, displeased with the statement and Silco seemed amused by this. "And what is your name?" 

"...Viktor." It felt downright stupid to say it. It felt stupid and it felt dangerous, but what choice did he really have? Silco echoed his name before glancing up at Jayce and repeating his as well. He kept moving his eyes back down to Viktor's cane and Viktor paused before pulling it back against himself. Silco gestured to it and Viktor furrowed his brow. "...I was born with a limp. I need this to walk." That didn't seem to be the explanation Silco was looking for, but he didn't seem willing to press further. 

"Uh, Sevika told us something just happened here yesterday." Jayce said. Silco paused before tipping his head and asking in vague surprise if they didn't know. "Not at all. She seemed surprised about that too." There was something unnerving about Jayce's casualness and Viktor could tell that Silco sensed it. No one should've been this calm. No one should've been this unbothered. Silco responded that something very much had, but that wasn't what he was here to discuss. "Right, my apologies." Jayce glanced over at Viktor. "...And what about him? He's my partner." Viktor lightly smacked his arm. "Lab partner. He has a brilliant mind." Silco responded that they could very much find something for him to do. Viktor really didn't like this. Jayce seemed to be able to tell that in an instant. "Can we have the night to think on it?" 

The question actually seemed to take Silco back and he gave a soft bit of laughter. He sounded in disbelief. "I'm sorry? I can't just let you leave. You either join me here or you don't leave at all." He sounded terribly amused. Jayce instantly furrowed his brow, saying that it wasn't like they could tell anyone about him. "And you won't, if this line of questioning continues." There... were more people in this warehouse than Viktor had initially thought. He was starting to see them moving. Watching. Sevika instantly leaned over to Silco, muttering something else. Jayce offered his hand to Viktor, but the look he shot him suggested it wasn't to hold. He took the finger of the glove and pulled it off. He held it against himself. Jayce repeated that they wanted the night to think on it. Silco didn't respond and Viktor instantly felt something dangerous.

He reached out and grabbed Jayce's sleeve, his other hand pressing the button on the cane as he hurriedly thudded it into the ground twice. The shield lit up, spreading from Viktor to Jayce as the man with the knife ricocheted off of it. He'd been about to stab Viktor. Stab him. Viktor was shaking. He'd almost been stabbed. Silco seemed very much fascinated now as he stared at them, his eyes reflecting the blue glow. Another man had tried to attack Jayce, but his weapon seemed just as ineffective. Despite someone attacking him directly, Jayce seemed much more irritated with the person who'd tried to stab Viktor. He moved over and picked up the knife, pressing his fingers to the blade and rusting it. Viktor wasn't sure what he was doing before his eyes widened as Jayce knelt down, stabbing the rusty knife into the man's side and twisting it. 

This was... This was the first time Viktor had actually seen Jayce hurt anyone. Normally, he would just kill them. Purposefully contaminating someone's blood with rust was... Viktor startled, almost letting go of Jayce as he turned and grabbed the other man by the shoulder. There. That was what Viktor was more used to. Well, no, he still wasn't used to watching someone be aged right to dust, but... it was more familiar. He shivered as Jayce dropped what was left of the man, his dust spreading across the floor. His arm was completely stained with it now. Silco stared at them. "You have one night." He finally spoke again and Sevika glanced over at him. She looked a little unnerved. 

"Oh, thank you. We appreciate it." Jayce said, smiling as he stood back up. Viktor hesitated before releasing the button and allowing the shield to drop. Silco seemed to be regarding Jayce with a different kind of fascination now. 

"A shame that such a face hides something so twisted." He finally commented. Jayce blinked and tipped his head, replying that he didn't know why everyone kept saying things like that. He started to offer his dusty hand to Viktor before quickly changing his mind and offering his other hand instead. Viktor glanced over at the stabbed man, who was groaning in pain on the floor, before he looked back up at Jayce. He hesitantly took his hand. "I expect both of you back here tomorrow. If not, I will have you brought back." Jayce glanced back at it and Viktor paused. It was the first time he'd seen Jayce aim those eyes at someone else. The dangerous ones. The slightly undone ones. Silco hummed in response. 

Jayce finally turned away and led Viktor to the door, pushing it open for him. The people outside seemed downright startled to see them leaving. They all seemed to watch them with a stunned look. As they moved down the catwalks, Viktor finally spoke. "Jayce, you may be digging yourself too deep of a hole." Jayce glanced at him as Viktor pulled his hand away. He felt they were far enough away now that he didn't have to rely on Jayce for protection. "Silco knows what your Rune can do. He saw your... your Hextech." Admittedly, that had been Viktor's fault, but they both would've likely died if he hadn't activated it. Jayce tipped his head. 

"I mean, it doesn't seem like too much of a problem." He responded, glancing at him. Viktor only gave him a completely flat look in response. "...Or it might be." Was he really that naïve that he thought he was untouchable? Or did he just truly not get it? Viktor really wasn't sure which one it was. Every time he thought he had what kind of crazy Jayce was, the other would do something else. He was unpredictable in every sense of the word to Viktor. As they started to exit the industrial area, Jayce gently pulled Viktor's hood up, followed by his own. "Oh, I still wanted to get parts for a lock!" Was he serious right now? Viktor gave a small sigh through his nose. They'd just walked away from possibly irritating one of Zaun's most powerful crime bosses and Jayce still wanted to shop?

After Jayce had collected some parts, he came back out with a cloth bag for them. "What are you going to want to eat?" The question still took Viktor off-guard every time and he really didn't know if he wanted to eat. Why wasn't Jayce grasping that they were in danger?? He shook his head, mumbling that he wasn't hungry. They started to make their way back to the house, the people starting to become more and more scarce. The houses soon begin to rot and break down around them and Viktor felt slightly ashamed of the way he instantly perked up seeing the house. His steps became a little quicker. He paused as he heard Jayce give a small laugh behind him. Viktor chose to ignore it and he stood next to the door, waiting for Jayce. 

Jayce shouldered the door open, moving inside and setting the bag down on the table as Viktor shut the door. He slid down his hood and stared at the ground for a moment. Jayce was saying something, but Viktor couldn't quite make out what it was as his vision fuzzed. His heart was rocking his whole body. Whatever adrenaline he'd been on to keep himself calm in front of Silco was running out. His legs suddenly buckled and he dropped to his knees on the floor, his cane clattering as he steadied himself with both hands on the ground. Instantly, something was next to him and Viktor felt a hand rubbing his back as he struggled to breathe. He screwed his eyes shut. 

He inhaled shakily as he was pulled somewhere and he was suddenly resting against the wall. Jayce moved back, not keeping his hands on Viktor longer than he needed to. He looked him over, seeming genuinely worried. But was he?? Viktor didn't know. He didn't know. He couldn't tell. Even though Jayce wouldn't touch him, he didn't seem like he was going to leave Viktor's side either. Viktor felt like he really was going to be sick and he made a small gagging noise. It seemed to spur Jayce into action and he got up. He brought back over a bowl, pushing it in front of Viktor. Even though he pulled it into his lap, Viktor furrowed his brow. He made another small gagging noise, but it really didn't feel like the sick was going to happen. Tears were welling in his eyes and he leaned his head against the wall. 

Finally, his eyes drifted up to Jayce and the other's concerned look instantly became sheepish. "O-Okay, look, I know you're probably not pleased-" He stopped as Viktor stated in a firm, yet trembling voice that he hated him. Something flashed in Jayce's eyes, but it was gone quickly as he held up his hands in surrender. "I know, and I understand, but if we didn't go, what were they going to do??" Jayce was trying to reason with him, but Viktor didn't want to hear it. He buried his face in his hand. "Viktor, I'm trying my best here. At the very least, we could have jobs." 

"At most, we'll be killed!" Viktor finally snapped at him. "Are you stupid, Jayce, or do you really not care that much?! That is one of the most dangerous men in the whole undercity and you likely just annoyed the hell out of him!" Viktor shrank back a little, breathing heavily. "I... I think I need to lay down." His voice shook and Jayce stared at him before saying that he'd fetch the blankets from outside. He got up and Viktor heard the door open behind him. He pulled his cane over as the door shut and he pushed himself to his feet, leaving the bowl on the ground. He still felt nauseous. He made his way into the bedroom, sitting back down on the bare bed. He propped his cane to the side before taking in shaking breaths again. 

Was this really how he would have to live the rest of his life? Stressing so much every day that he almost passed out? Potentially working for an underworld crime boss? Living with his kidnapper and a murderer, both of which were the same person? Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. He'd really just gone to Piltover with a dream and he'd been so close to achieving it. Now he was back at the bottom of the barrel. He heard the door open again, but he wouldn't look up. Something was placed on the bed next to him. "I'll, uh, I'll work on building the lock. You... You should get some rest." Jayce's voice was soft and Viktor could only give a nod. He heard Jayce's footsteps retreat and, to his surprise, heard the other shut the bedroom door. He glanced up. Jayce really did trust him. Or did he just know there was nothing Viktor could really do to him? 

Good gods, he'd actually stabbed someone earlier. With a knife he'd purposefully rusted. He hadn't even killed him either. Would that have been too much of a mercy, considering what that rust would do to the man's bloodstream?? Viktor glanced at the door again. For some reason, he'd thought Jayce would really only stick to his Rune, but that was clearly not the case. He did suppose that if they hadn't made it out of there, that would've been... That would've really been a threat to his research, huh? Jayce couldn't allow that, could he? If he had to hurt people... "That is unfortunately what has to happen." Viktor stated in quiet defeat, his voice barely a whisper. He wondered if both Silco and Sevika had noted that about Jayce. Of course, they wouldn't have known his motivation, but surely they'd sensed that he had and would kill people. Quite easily even. When Sevika had called him crazy and Jayce had offered 'dedicated' as the replacement word, he really hadn't been lying. He was dedicated. Dangerously and lethally so. 

Viktor wasn't sure of how long he'd been sitting in the bed, but when he returned to his senses, it was dim. Everything was dim. The only light in the room was the soft glow of the Hex Crystal in his cane. He didn't feel rested at all. He didn't hear any movement out in the main room and he hesitated before picking up his cane. He slipped out of the bed and moved over to the door. He opened it, moving out into the main room. The first thing he noticed was the door. He lit up a little bit, moving over. There were now two latches on the door. One for the top half and one for the bottom. Glancing over at the table, he was sure Jayce had some kind of idea on how to add locks to the outside, but they would work for tonight. 

He glanced around before jumping as those golden-brown eyes met his from the makeshift couch bed. Jayce was sitting up in it, leaned back against one of the couches. "Do you feel any safer?" The way he asked the question sounded so defeated that Viktor almost felt guilty. He glanced back at the door before his gaze moved to the ground. 

"...Yes." He answered quietly. "Thank you." Jayce seemed to relax at that before rubbing a bandaged hand over his head. It looked like he'd actually washed off his arm since one of his hands was missing the bandage entirely. "Your... your hand." Jayce replied that the bandages had gotten dusty so he had to get rid of them. Viktor glanced around before moving over to the table and picking up another roll. He moved over to the couch before glancing down at it uncertainly. 

Jayce seemed genuinely shocked as Viktor managed to climb into the makeshift area, settling on the couch opposite of Jayce. He held out his hand and Jayce seemed genuinely taken back. "...I-I thought you were scared of me, what happened?" He asked hesitantly, giving his hand to Viktor. 

"I am. I very much am. But despite kidnapping me and ruining my life, you did just save it and, for some reason, you seem determined to... protect me. The... The least I could do is apply some silly bandages to your hand." Viktor wouldn't look at him. Jayce stared at him and Viktor didn't like that pained look on him. "Stop." His voice faltered a little and Jayce startled before apologizing and looking away. Viktor carefully wrapped his hand back up. Jayce was already leaning forward once he'd finished and he bit off the end of the bandage. He nearly nipped Viktor's finger in the process, his lip brushing past it. Viktor's hand jerked back a little and he was frozen for a second before quickly recovering, tying the bandage off. He leaned back against the couch tiredly. 

"...If you want to sleep here, I can move somewhere else." Jayce offered quietly, still sat next to him, but on the opposite couch. Viktor gave a quiet sigh, muttering that it didn't matter. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek back against the couch. "Are you sure?" Jayce sounded uncertain and worried. "You aren't going to... freak out in your sleep?" Viktor muttered that he hoped not. After a few moments of silence, he felt the blanket be spread over his lap. "Alright." Jayce still sounded perplexed. "...Goodnight, Viktor." 

It took Viktor a moment before he decided to just commit. The other had saved his life earlier. "...Goodnight Jayce." 

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Those eyes. Watching him. Over him. Piercing into him. 

Those teeth. Nipping. Tasting. Biting. Those sharp canines digging into his flesh.

Those breaths. Hot and heavy. Starving and pleading. Desperate and deadly. 

Blood. Trailing down his skin. Staining his shoulders. Staining his throat. Staining his face.

He could taste it.

Viktor shot awake, his whole face hot and his eyes wide. He could taste blood. He raised a hand to his face, something wet trailing from his nose. He furrowed his brow and pulled his fingers back. They were stained a dark red and his eyes went wide. He glanced out towards the window. It was dark outside. It was so dark outside. What time was it?? Viktor raised his other hand to his face, feeling how hot his cheeks were. What had that been?? What had that been?? What the hell was he dreaming about? He was absolutely frozen in horror for a second. Everything was burning on his face, from his cheeks to his ears. He kept his head down, his hand cupped under his nose. He glanced over and paused. Jayce was... Jayce was sleeping. He hadn't seen Jayce actually sleep yet. 

He paused and glanced down. Jayce's hand was lightly settled on his thigh. It seemed like the other had fallen asleep with it there. Viktor wasn't sure if he should wake him. He hesitated before turning and carefully starting to climb out of the makeshift couch bed. Admittedly, he jostled the entire thing, but when he looked back once he was standing, Jayce didn't seem to have woken. Viktor frowned. Or he was just pretending. He turned away, grabbing his cane and limping over into the bedroom, slipping inside. He grabbed one of his dirty towels before sinking to the ground next to the bed and keeping it held up to his nose. Lucky for him, the towel was already red. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a nosebleed. Not since he'd been a child. Not since... He trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut. 

He let out a small, shuddering breath before pausing as he heard the couch creak. Had he been awake? Viktor wasn't sure. He watched as a shadow appeared from the doorway. He heard soft footsteps before glancing over as Jayce knelt next to him. He stared at him quietly. "J-Just a nosebleed." Viktor stated, pulling the blanket down a little to show it. He had a feeling he shouldn't have done that, Jayce's eyes fixing on the blood. Instantly, Viktor felt like he was in danger. Hunted. He had been hunted and caught. He was the prey. He had been caught. He was the prey. He covered his nose back up and shrank back a little, Jayce suddenly seeming to return to his senses. Jayce glanced down at the floor. 

Viktor paused as Jayce shuffled so he was sitting against the bed next to Viktor. As he clasped his hands in front of him, Viktor took notice of something. He wasn't wearing the bracelet. Had he taken it off? Jayce looked over at him and his eyes filled with worry. "Vik." There he was, speaking in that gentle, quiet voice again. It made Viktor bury his face in his knees. "I'm worried you’re sick." Jayce finally said, glancing over at him. "You've been... stressed. And I know why. And I'm sorry. But too much stress can make people sick. You almost passed out earlier. You almost got sick. You have a nosebleed. And your..." He gestured to him. "Your face is just an unhealthy shade right now." Viktor wanted to curl up and die. He wasn't sure if the last one could be connected to everything else. But the other things made sense. Maybe he was sick. 

Viktor didn't even know if he could look at Jayce directly. Not after a dream like that. A shiver went down his spine. He couldn't remember anything from his sleep for the past week, but he felt like this was going to haunt him. He had to be losing his mind. He paused as he felt Jayce's fingers lightly settle against his arm. He finally managed to lift his head, glancing at his hand before following it up his arm back to Jayce's eyes. Those eyes were soft. Not piercing. Gentle. Concerned. Everything contradictory to how Viktor perceived Jayce as a person. How could he make such genuine faces? "I, uh, I know comfort from me is the last thing you probably want, but... I'm... still here." Every word of the offer was awkward and small. Viktor's heart twisted. He didn't want Jayce to sound like that. He'd actually believe him. 

"...I need to go wash off." Viktor finally said. Jayce paused before saying that it was the middle of the night. "You usually wash off at night, why can't I?" Jayce paused and Viktor turned his head away. "...I feel disgusting." He lifted his head from the blanket, still able to taste the faint metallic tang on his lips. "Just watch me from the window, like you always do." He used the cabinet to pull himself to his feet before Jayce could respond. He'd taken off his sandals and his bare feet moved soundlessly across the floor. He was never sure if he felt calmer at night or if he just didn't care as much. It was so quiet that it felt like a waste to worry over anything. He took his cane and started to gather a change of clothes. "Where is that bottle you bought?" Jayce replied that it was out on the counter. 

Viktor limped his way out into the main room, the clothes slung over his free arm. He glanced back at the bedroom, where Jayce was still on the floor. The other was holding his hands tight in front of himself and Viktor could tell he was extremely uncomfortable and anxious. Viktor's fingers tightened on the bottle once he'd picked it up. Was... Jayce worried? Admittedly, going outside alone after an encounter with Silco was practically a death wish, but Viktor really didn't think he cared. At least... he thought he didn't. "...Jayce." The other looked over at him with wide eyes. "...If it bothers you that much, you can sit outside too." Jayce stared at him before asking if Viktor was sure in a tone of disbelief. Viktor nodded before turning and making his way over to the door. He unlatched the top and then the bottom. He could hear Jayce get to his feet so fast that he stumbled, but Viktor was already out the door before he could hear anything else. It was even quieter outside. 

Viktor stared out over the empty houses, towards the lights in the distance, along with the faint hint of green. He gave a small sigh through his nose before turning and making his way around the side of the house. He made it up to the water cavern again before he heard Jayce's hurried footsteps. He glanced back. Jayce had brought a blanket and another towel for Viktor. His bracelet was back on. "Here." Jayce placed the towel next to the water's edge. "I'll stay over here so you can have your privacy. I won't look." 

"This time?" Viktor replied, seeming unamused. Jayce glanced to the side before starting to fumble together an explanation about how he was just watching to make sure Viktor was okay or that no one attacked him. Viktor rolled his eyes, shaking his head and turning away. He knelt next to the water's edge, placing the clothes down. "When was the last time you washed off, Jayce? I never see you out here. Do you only do so while I'm sleeping?" He heard Jayce pause. 

"Y-Yeah, I usually wash off at night. I... I actually get... insecure about people... people seeing me. Like they'll judge me." Jayce seemed to admit. Viktor replied in a flat tone that he could just kill them if they did. "Ha ha." Viktor could practically feel him roll his eyes. "I don't just kill people for the hell of it, Viktor, it's just for those who threaten my work." 

"Your definition of 'those who threaten your work' seems very broad, Jayce." Viktor commented. He started to pull off his shirt and there was a quick shuffle. He glanced back. Jayce had instantly turned around to face away from him. Viktor turned his gaze back to the water. Something was illuminating the cavern from above and Viktor tipped his head back to look at the moon, his shirt hanging off his elbows. It was beautiful. He reached up to the bandages around his neck. After a few moments of picking at it, he gave a frustrated sigh. Why had Jayce started tying it in the back?? Had he really been that embarrassed about the ascot comment? He paused as he heard Jayce ask what was wrong. "I'm having a difficult time with the bandages because someone put the knot too close to my hair." Irritation crept into his voice. 

He heard footsteps and jumped a little as he felt Jayce's fingers. "Tip your head forward." Viktor was uneasy about his state of undress in front of the other, but he tipped his head forward, as instructed. He felt Jayce carefully undoing the bandages with his fingers before pausing. Viktor instantly leaned away as he felt Jayce's hand lightly touch his back. "...Viktor, maybe we should start eating more." Viktor muttered for him to pay attention. "R-Right, sorry." Jayce carefully undid the bandages before pulling them away. Viktor's hand instantly went up to his neck, rubbing over one of the marks. The skin was still tender, but it was smooth now. Jayce was heard remaining behind him for a moment before he quickly got up and moved away. Viktor was startled and he turned, watching as Jayce hurriedly walked back to his blanket and sat down, keeping himself facing away. Viktor finally slipped his shirt off completely. His pants and undergarments came next before he slipped into the water. 

Somehow, someway, the water was less cold during the nighttime. Or maybe he just was sick. Viktor reached out, pulling the bottle over to himself. It was a little ridiculous how excited he was to properly wash his hair again. Embarrassing, even. He opened it up, pouring some of the mixture into his hand before shutting the bottle and moving over towards the waterfall. He shut his eyes and wet his hair as he moved through. Once he was behind the waterfall, he sighed before starting to scrub the mixture in. It made him relax a little. He felt safe. Hidden. He glanced through the water. Jayce still hadn't turned around. Viktor didn't get it. 

There was always something off and dangerous about Jayce. In the way he spoke, in the way he acted. But right now, he was the perfect picture of gentleness and chivalry. If he hadn't been... how he was... Viktor could imagine he would've been very popular among his peers. Maybe he had been. Especially with a face like that. Viktor pulled his hands down, rinsing them off. He was letting everything soak in his hair for a moment. It was likely the cleanest he would get to feel in a while. He paused as he finally noticed Jayce turn around. The other seemed to peer back and forth at the water pool before seeming to realize where Viktor was. His shoulders relaxed and he turned away once again. Viktor leaned back against the rock wall. 

Jayce had seemed downright baffled when Viktor had decided to sleep near him. He'd sounded so confused when he asked if Viktor wasn't scared of him anymore. Would it upset him if Viktor wasn't? Did he enjoy his fear that much? Viktor's hands tightened on his arms. There was always such a fine line. Jayce didn't seem like he wanted to hurt Viktor, but he did want to intimidate him. He didn't seem like he wanted Viktor stressed by him, but he did want him scared of him. What would he do if Viktor wasn't scared anymore? Would he get bored of him? Would he kill him? Viktor's shoulders scrunched up shakily. What was he worrying about? If Jayce no longer had a use for him? 

He'd quickly become cold again and he gave a small shiver, cupping some water in his hands and scrubbing the blood from his face. He finally moved forward into the waterfall again, tipping his head back and letting everything wash out of his hair. He ran his hands through it and a smile tugged at his lips. That felt much better. It had instantly alleviated a lot of his worry. He moved out from the waterfall and started back towards the water's edge, continuing to slick his hair back out of his face. He reached the edge and rested his elbows on it before putting his head against them. He could only stare at the patch of moonlight ahead of him. Everything was so peaceful right now. 

He wasn't sure how long he'd zoned out, but it must've been a while. "Vik? You okay?" He paused as he heard Jayce call out softly. He glanced over. Jayce had turned to look at him in concern. "You've, uh, you've been quiet for a little bit. Isn't the water cold?" Viktor gave a small shrug. "Please get out soon. Getting sick is a guarantee if you stay in there too long." Viktor stared at him as he turned away. After another minute or two, Viktor finally moved again. He pulled himself up out of the pool before reaching out. He pulled both legs against himself in a crisscross position before reaching out to the towel. He pulled it over his head, sitting with it wrapped around him for a moment once he'd squeezed the water from his hair. It just... felt so hard to move. Every movement felt like it was costing him energy he didn't have. After another few minutes, he heard Jayce speak again, though he sounded more anxious now. "Vik..." 

"I'm fine, Jayce. I'm just sitting and thinking for a little bit." Viktor stated quietly. Jayce fell quiet and Viktor could tell the other was uncomfortable again. Viktor sighed through his nose before drying himself off fully. He pulled on the loose Zaunite outfit that Jayce had gotten him, it having dark green stitching as well. The shirt's neckline was so wide that it almost slipped off his shoulders, but Viktor really didn't care at that moment. Once he was dressed, he slipped right back to his crisscross position, closing his eyes again. It didn't take long for him to hear the shuffling again. Soft footsteps soon followed. 

Jayce settled next to him, the blanket slung over his arms. "You... seem more dazed than usual. Think it's... Think it's time to go back inside and sleep?" The way he awkwardly tried to frame it as a question almost made Viktor laugh. He really, really didn't feel like moving. He gave a small shrug, his gaze remaining down on the water. After another moment or so, he heard Jayce sigh. "For the record, I'm only doing this because I'm worried." Doing what? Viktor's eyes widened as the blanket suddenly wrapped around him and Jayce scooped him up. He sputtered the other's name in shock, one of Jayce's arms under his back and the other under his legs. "Sorry, sorry. Please don't be mad at me." Jayce said quickly, glancing at him apologetically. "I'll get your stuff and bring it inside, but you’re obviously tired and I don't want you to just be sitting out here all night, especially with how scared you seemed earlier and-" Jayce's awkward explanation turned into a droning noise for him. 

Viktor hesitated before his head slightly tipped against Jayce's shoulder. He could barely keep his eyes open as the other moved back down the hill towards the house. Just as they reached the door, Viktor fell asleep again. 

Those hands. Large, warm, rough. Drawing over his body. Tracing every part of him. 

Those teeth. Dragging across his skin. Ghosting across his throat and sinking into his shoulder. 

Those noises. Incessant panting and soft whispers of his name. Desperate. Hungry. Starving. 

He wanted him. He wanted him. He wanted him.

No! Viktor's eyes opened again. No, he didn't! His breathing was weak. What the hell was wrong with him?? He squeezed his eyes shut again. He was laying in bed, the blanket still wrapped around him. His cane and his dirty clothes had been brought in, along with the towel. The bedroom door was shut. There was faint light drifting in. Morning. He could see it through the window from the direction of the fissure. He actually felt... rested. That hadn't happened since he'd arrived down here. He was rested, but seemingly at the cost of his sanity, if those dreams were any indication. He pulled his arms from the blanket and sat himself up. He paused and reached a hand up to his neck. No bandages? He slid his fingers over his throat quietly. No bandages. He moved out of the bed, picking up his cane before moving over to the door. 

Viktor opened the door and hesitantly wandered out into the main room. He paused. There was a bowl of cut fruit on the table in the center, but when he glanced to the side, Jayce was still halfway under his own blankets on the makeshift couch bed. Viktor stared at him. It seemed like Jayce was genuinely asleep if the way his arm dangled limply over the side of the couch gave anything away. He was on his stomach, his cheek smushed against the arm of the couch. Viktor moved over to the bowl and scooped it up. It had that fruit he liked again. He paused before using his cane to move back over to the couch bed, settling on the ground next to it before starting to eat quietly. He nearly got through the whole bowl before Jayce's arm moved next to his head. He heard the other yawn and glanced back at him. Jayce blinked open his eyes before pulling himself forward, leaning against the arm of the couch next to Viktor. "Morning." 

"...Good morning." Viktor replied quietly, holding up a piece of fruit for him. Jayce seemed genuinely surprised before gently taking it. When he opened his mouth, Viktor could see the tip of that sharp canine and he turned his head away. He could hear Jayce munching the fruit quietly.

"So, I, uh, guess we're going to be working for Silco?" He said after a moment. Viktor's shoulders sank at that. They really didn't have a choice in the matter. "You think he'll let us stay here?" Jayce gestured to the house. Viktor wasn't sure about that, nor was he certain his leg could handle walking that distance every day. He finally spoke up, saying he wasn't sure his leg could take it. "Viktor, my Rune is for Acceleration. Surely I can find a way to get us there and back faster." It... It did make sense logically. How Jayce would actually pull it off was another matter entirely. 

Viktor turned the last slice of fruit over in his fingers, staring at it blankly. He glanced over at Jayce before offering it. The other seemed surprised, seeming to glance at him to see if he was serious before taking the slice. His grey-stained fingers brushed over Viktor's, but nothing spread. Nothing stained. Viktor watched as Jayce ate quietly. Admittedly, he'd lost his appetite the moment Silco's name was mentioned. He had no idea what he would even be doing for him. At least Jayce was going there with something in mind. He stared down at the empty bowl. "What do you believe they'll do with me, Jayce?" He finally asked. He heard Jayce pause. 

"Well, you're a scientist, Viktor. And you are able to work with machines. You just don't smith like I do. Surely there's something for that." Jayce sounded like he was trying to be encouraging, but he wasn't really working as Viktor's grip tightened on the bowl. Jayce was quiet before giving a soft sigh. "Whatever happens, I'll make sure to get us back here at the end of every day. We won't have to stay over there. You won't have to stay near him. Promise." Ah, that good old word. Viktor hated to admit it, but he did, unfortunately, think that Jayce knew what it meant. And he believed him. He stated that he would hold Jayce to that and he heard the other give a quiet chuckle. His fingers wiggled out of the corner of Viktor's eye and he glanced over. 

He hesitated before reaching up and lightly flicking Jayce's hand, making the other yelp. That was a new noise and Viktor felt a faint smile pull at his lips. "I'm being serious, Jayce." He had to force his tone to remain serious as well. 

"I know, I know!" Jayce had sat up, holding his hand. "Ow..." Viktor watched him quietly before his eyes moved back to the floor. He wanted to believe Jayce. He had to. 

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"You don't seem pleased to see me." That voice sounded slightly amused. Viktor couldn't quite say he was. When they'd reached Silco's, he separated them to their respective areas for brief introductions. Viktor wasn't sure how long he had before Jayce possibly came to find him. The other had clearly been extremely unnerved about being separated from Viktor. Viktor had a different problem for now. He glanced up at Singed, saying that he hadn't expected him to still be alive. The older man let out a scoff of amusement as he scanned Viktor over, moving around him like a shark. "I could say the same to you, can't I? I was sure the Grey would have claimed you by now." Viktor felt his body go cold and his hands tightened on his cane. He glanced up and Singed shook his head. "My apologies. That was low of me." 

"...Silco informed me I will be working with you. Chemistry instead of mechanics." Viktor said quietly. Singed made a small noise of acknowledgement as he rummaged through the cabinets. His whole lab seemed more like a storage closet with large green tubes of liquid. Viktor felt sick just looking at them. His whole lab held a sense of misery and toxicity that Viktor very much didn't like. 

"You were quite a bright child. I don't doubt you'll be extremely useful. It's just... such a shame you ended up back down here." Viktor couldn't tell if Singed was being genuine. He shrank back a little as Singed's blinded eye seemed to suddenly fix on him. "I saw you come in. With that partner of yours. The Piltover boy." A small tone seemed to creep into his scraping voice that made Viktor's skin crawl. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you seemed terrified of him. Unnerved." Viktor's hands remained tight on his cane. Singed turned away from him. "...I could get you away from him." The offer made Viktor pause. "Silco and I are on good terms at the moment. I could convince him to take you away somewhere where that boy can't find you." He gave a small, raspy chuckle. "As a favor for an old friend." 

Viktor was frozen. He could... He could escape Jayce. Leave him behind. He glanced up. "Who knows? Perhaps Silco will install you back up in Piltover." Back to Piltover. He... He had a chance? He had a chance. "Ahh, that gleam in your eyes." Singed seemed to muse, watching him. Viktor's mouth was dry and he wasn't sure why he felt conflicted. Why did he?? He could leave. He could escape. Maybe even start over. But... what about the cure? Jayce's Hextech cure? His... His Hexcore. "...Think on it, Viktor. Silco is likely waiting." Singed gave a hum as he met his eyes. "I look forward to working with you." 

"...Likewise." Viktor could barely get the word back. He'd taken a different way down here due to his leg and he made his way over to the creaking elevator, shutting the cage-like door and activating the pulley system. The elevator creaked as it dragged itself upwards. He could... He could leave. Of course, continuing to work for Silco was... was not ideal, but it was something. It was a chance. He reached the top, the elevator exiting into the basement of the warehouse. He slipped out of it before slowly making his way up the stairs. Instantly, he paused as he heard a new voice. A child. 

He stopped in his tracks at the top of the stairs. A young girl was talking softly to Silco before her blue eyes seemed to catch Viktor and she instantly shut up. Her blue hair was short and choppy. She was bandaged up. Injured. Healing. Silco glanced back at Viktor and stood up, the girl hiding behind him. "Ah, Viktor. I expected you back first. Doctor Singed is not a man for introductions." He glanced down at the girl and, to Viktor's surprise, his voice strained as it softened. It clearly wasn't used to being gentle. "Powder. This is Viktor. He will be a chemist alongside Doctor Singed. You will be seeing him a little more often." Viktor was a little startled. He wasn't... excellent with children. Not terrible, but not...

"Are you old?" Powder suddenly asked. Viktor seemed taken back before replying that he was in his twenties. Powder's eyes instantly widened at his accent before furrowing her brow in disbelief. "But you have a cane." Silco let out a small scoff of amusement, turning his head away. Viktor was momentarily speechless. 

"...Ah, one of my legs has an issue. I need this to walk." Viktor said, holding the cane a little closer to himself. "I am not old. I am just... built a little differently." He wasn't sure how to explain that he'd been born crippled to a child. Internally, he was panicking and he glanced over at the door. He paused. Was he really waiting for Jayce? Was he really anxious without him??After a moment, he paused as he smelled smoke. There were footsteps heard approaching from outside before the door opened and Jayce appeared. Viktor was absolutely taken back by the state of him. Parts of his clothes were burnt and even gone in places. He had ash staining parts of his arms and face, but he seemed in good spirits. Powder was staring at Jayce with wide eyes. 

"D-Did you get blown up? Are you okay?" The child had a sense of panic in her blurted out statement and Jayce seemed startled at the very sight of a child before giving a smile. 

"Oh, no, no." He looked up at Silco. "I don't think I'm going to get along with your current smith. He's, uh, mishandling a lot of equipment and he's wasting material." The way Jayce said it was casual, but Viktor could tell that Jayce was extremely irritated by this. Silco tipped his head, seeming to look him over before asking what had happened. "Oh, he got... he got annoyed with me, I guess. There was a small... physical... disagreement..." Jayce seemed to struggle to pull the statement together. He paused, seeing everyone's looks, especially Viktor's. "He is alive." He quickly added. 

Viktor could only stare at him before his eyes moved to the floor. He heard footsteps and glanced up. Powder had moved over to Jayce, who'd knelt down. She was introducing herself and Jayce gave a quiet laugh, introducing himself in return. He seemed like he was actually good with kids, unlike Viktor. Viktor glanced over at Silco and he could tell behind that cold face that he did not like how close Powder was to Jayce. 

Singed's words echoed in his mind and he gave a small sigh through his nose. He could... He could escape. He could... He could leave. Viktor's hands tightened on his cane and he glanced over at Jayce quietly before closing his eyes. What the hell was he going to do?

•• End of Act One ••

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The Academy uniform was stiff and he hated it. Everything about it felt far too restrictive. Walking down the halls of the Academy, his brace kept making a soft creaking noise and he made a small mental note that he would have to have something done about that. He turned the corner before startling and moving backwards. He'd almost moved right into a group of Enforcers and only one seemed to notice him, shooting him a warning look. It was nighttime and students were rarely outside their rooms at this hour. He remained back behind the corner as he heard footsteps. "Watch yourself, Talis." The Enforcer muttered to Viktor quietly. "I'm the only friend here." Viktor gave a polite apology and the Enforcer moved away. He reached up and tucked some of his hair back behind his ear. 

An itch erupted in his throat and he broke out into quiet coughing, muffling himself with his arm. That name... Good gods, he hated Jayce for that right now. He shook his head, reminding himself that he had to focus. He knew where he was trying to go and he knew every possible way to get there, but he kept running into obstacles. And dear gods, his leg itched beneath the brace. He still couldn't run and his walking was extremely slow, but he was walking. He reached down, tugging at the top of the brace uncomfortably. He'd refused to let this thing on his body for nearly a year. He just... He hadn't trusted it. Not something that Jayce made in Silco's forge after he'd just killed the other smith. But it... it did work. It was just so damn itchy. He crinkled his nose in displeasure. He paused as he heard more voices and turned away, pulling the hair tie from his wrist.

As Viktor walked, he held the hair tie in his mouth, combing his hands through his hair in order to pull it back into a small ponytail. He'd been trying to get a haircut for ages, but Jayce seemed quite against it. Of course, this had seemed to amuse Jinx, who'd assured Viktor that she would also continue growing her hair out of solidarity. Even though he was sure she'd just been doing it anyway. Viktor gave a small sigh. It took him a while to finally reach the hallway that he wanted, but when he did, he finally relaxed a little. He stopped in front of a door before giving a small rapid knock. He didn't hear anything for a moment before there were stumbling footsteps. The door flung open and Viktor paused as Skye stared at him like she was seeing a ghost. He allowed himself a small chuckle of amusement. "Am I interrupting anything, Professor Young?" 

Viktor barely had time to react before he was trapped in a tight hug. He allowed himself a weak smile, reaching up and hugging her back with one arm. She immediately pulled back, fixing her glasses in order to look him over. Her hair was pushed back with a headband instead of in the bun Viktor remembered. After a few more moments of silence, Skye let out a weak exhale of laughter. "V-Viktor... Where have you been??" She reached out before quickly pulling her hands back, tightly clasping them above her chest. "I-I haven't seen you in years! I-I thought you were... I thought you were dead." Before Viktor could respond, she furrowed her brow. "Y-Your eyes are sunken and your skin is pale. Are you sick??" 

She seemed to take notice of his hair, reaching out to it with wide eyes before quickly pulling her hand back again. "Y-Your hair has gotten so long. Gods, Viktor, where did you go?" Viktor had been waiting for her to finish and she seemed to realize it, instantly going pink on her cheeks. "Oh, sorry, I-I didn't realize I was-" She stopped, staring at him. "I'm doing it again." Viktor murmured that she was, sounding amused. Skye instantly covered her mouth with one hand before gently gesturing for Viktor to speak with the other. 

"I would much rather prefer if we spoke inside. My face is still not one that is welcomed here, I imagine." Viktor glanced towards both ends of the hall. While this was true, he was also worried about the more obvious second thing. He wasn't sure where Jayce had gone, but they were both definitely in this building. Skye stared at him before furrowing her brow in what seemed to be confusion. Her eyes slowly moved down and went wide as they fixed on the brace. She whispered in shock that he was standing. "Miss Young." That he was standing without support. "Skye. Inside." He instantly stated, getting her attention. She quickly held open the door and he moved inside. The library was quiet and Viktor gave a small sigh. Skye began to ask how Viktor had known she was in there and he gave a soft scoff. "You're always in here." 

"How did you know I was a professor now?" Skye instantly asked, her eyes wide. Viktor paused before saying that he'd asked someone how she'd been. He wasn't lying. He'd spoken to the Enforcers about it. Viktor paused as she spoke again. "Y-Your leg! You're walking, Viktor!" She covered her mouth. "Does it hurt?? That brace looks tight." Her tone instantly became worried and Viktor moved over to a chair, settling down. 

"It doesn't hurt, but it is quite itchy." Viktor never passed up a chance to complain about that. It drove Jayce crazy. He'd even slept outside one night just so he wouldn't have to hear it, even if he insisted that wasn't the reason he'd done so. Skye glanced around before quickly pulling over another chair and sitting down. She asked where he'd been again and Viktor's eyes lowered. "...I've been living in Zaun." Skye's face fell and she whispered that he'd never wanted to go back to Zaun. "I didn't. But the circumstances have changed." Viktor gave a quiet sigh as he leaned back in his chair, his hands tucked in his lap. Skye asked why he hadn't come back. "I...I am a wanted fugitive, Skye." He felt odd having to remind her. Skye only stared at him blankly before raising a brow. 

"Viktor, Professor Heimerdinger fought for the Enforcers to mark you as a victim instead of an accomplice. People weren't looking for a fugitive, they were looking for a captive." Skye said, staring at him in dismay. Viktor had paused. That... That wasn't what he'd been told. He'd been told that he was an accomplice. By Enforcers. Had they been lying to him?? Skye reached out to him again, but quickly pulled her hand back once more. "You have the good graces of the Council Head, a-and I can certainly speak up for you too!" She stared at him. "Do you know how thrilled Professor Heimerdinger would be to see you again?" Viktor stared at her before his eyes averted. 

"...Maybe not as thrilled as you'd think." Viktor said quietly. He doubted the Professor would be pleased by Viktor working with his old partner. And he especially doubted he would be happy with what they'd created. He glanced up as Skye spoke, asking why he wouldn't come back. She seemed worried and confused. Viktor stared at her. Of course, here he was, presented with another chance to leave behind this life of his. He couldn't do it. Not again. For a moment, those eyes flashed in his mind. Cold. Dangerous. Angry. His throat felt like it was closing up and he swore he could feel that hand wrapped around it again. Viktor's own hands curled into his pants as he said that this wasn't a place for him anymore. 

"This was where you always dreamed of being. What happened to you, Viktor?" Skye sounded so disheartened and Viktor's chest gave a small squeeze. He couldn't say anything. He wouldn't. He wouldn't put a target on her back like that. Viktor replied that dreams often had to change. "Do you at least have a new dream?"

Viktor stared at her before averting his eyes again. "...To live another day." He finally answered. This didn't seem to sit well with Skye at all, her shoulders sinking. Finally, she spoke again, asking if Viktor needed help. "I wouldn't ask that of you. Not with the... the consequences." He couldn't endanger her like that. Skye's disdain only seemed to grow more with every word. "I just wanted to see my old friend again. I hope you didn't make yourself sick when I disappeared." He was only half-joking, but the face Skye made bloomed guilt in his chest. "...Perhaps I should've tried to visit sooner." Skye glanced up before saying that it would've been nice. "I'm sorry, Skye." 

They both sat quietly for a moment before Skye spoke again. "You're... in danger, aren't you, Viktor?" Viktor almost laughed, a little warm that she was able to pick up on things like that so quickly. He responded that he always was, but he'd learned to get used to it. "But that isn't any way to live." Viktor responded that it kept him alive and Skye glanced up again. "Being alive is not the same as living, Viktor." The words made his chest tighten again. He knew that. He knew that and he was reminded of it every single day. Skye reached out to him once more and Viktor recognized that face. He gave a small chuckle and nodded, Skye instantly pulling him into another hug. 

"...I have to leave, Skye. I don't want anyone to come looking for me." Viktor finally said. Skye pulled back before starting to say that he wasn't a fugitive. "No, not anyone... from here." Viktor said quietly. Skye stared at him before saying his name in a quiet, worried tone. "I know. I will do my best to visit again soon. I..." Viktor stood up before glancing to the side. "I would rather prefer if you didn't tell Professor Heimerdinger that you saw me. I don't want anything drastic happening on my behalf." Skye didn't answer and Viktor's eyes moved back to hers. "Please." Skye's hands were tight in her lap before she gave a small nod. She asked in a soft voice for him to visit again. "I will." 

Viktor turned and moved over to the door, slipping out into the hallway again. His heart had started to pound unhealthily and he knew that meant he'd been away too long. It had been so nice to see Skye again. And she was a professor now! There was a small twinge of joy and pride within him. And maybe just... a small... hint of jealousy. Viktor shook it off as he moved down the halls. He had a feeling he knew exactly where Jayce was and he followed the hallways downwards. He turned a corner and raised a brow. The door to the forge was shut and the button next to the door was red. That meant it was in use. Viktor approached the door before giving it a small tug. Locked. He lifted his hand to knock before pausing. He stared at the door quietly before giving a quiet sigh through his nose. He... He didn't actually want to see him quite yet. 

Viktor turned away from the forge. It felt like he was walking through water with how hard it was, but he did manage to walk away down the hall. He pushed open the Academy doors and walked past the Enforcers, knowing they wouldn't question a student leaving to go home. Not to mention they couldn't see his face. He made his way down the steps of the Academy before following the same path he always did when he didn't want to wait for Jayce. He entered the alleyways, moving through until he came to that old, familiar drop. He still wasn't able to climb down it. They hadn't refined the brace for that yet. Viktor moved along the edge of the slope, heading towards the edge of the cavern. There. That narrow, angled path. Viktor started down it quietly, left with nothing but his thoughts. He knew Jayce hated when he did this, but there was no way in hell he was just going to sit in a hot forge, waiting for Jayce to be done. 

The area was becoming darker the further he moved down and he stopped before slightly lifting the brace. He tapped the portion in front of his knee and a white-blue light slowly started to spread through the metal, illuminating his path. Viktor relaxed a little before continuing down. He'd grown much more confident with walking this line, though he still felt like he had small heart attacks every time his feet slid a little too long. Viktor reached the flat ground. He turned and moved deeper into the cavern. He knew where he was going. After several more minutes of silence, Viktor heard that familiar sound of rushing water. He emerged into the water cavern, the waterfall slightly seen in the moonlight. Viktor stopped beneath the fissure, looking up at the stars again. It hadn't even occurred to him to stop and look at them while he'd been in Piltover and he was admittedly weary about the missed opportunity. 

His legs had started aching, especially his braced one. Jayce had warned him not to walk on any rough areas, but Viktor didn't care. He paused before breaking out in another fit of coughing. He held a hand to his chest quietly. Singed had been trying to push Viktor to take his newest batches of Shimmer, but Viktor refused to fold. He was desperately holding out for the creation of the Hexcore, which Jayce insisted would be done 'any day now.' At this rate, Viktor could be done any day now too. He glanced behind him to where he'd just come from. It didn't sound like Jayce was there yet. Viktor leaned down, giving his brace a tap again. All of the light slowly drained. It had been sending a subtle vibration through his bones. 

Something wet ran down his face and Viktor muttered a swear under his breath, reaching up. He'd been getting more nosebleeds lately and he was sure it had something to do with his disease. He'd been getting a little more sickly. A little more pale. Jayce had even started entertaining the idea of building him a crutch. The brace was really squeezing his leg and it was still itchy. Viktor furrowed his brow, turning and making his way down the hill to the house. He reached down and pulled the disc from the front of his brace before holding it up to the door. He heard all the locks slide open and he pushed open the door next. They'd managed to fix the house up quite a bit. Viktor made his way over to the kitchen area, picking up a towel and managing to clean his face with it. He had to hold it over his nose for a little bit before it felt safe to move it again. He placed it down before heading over to the bed tucked in the corner of the large room. He sat on the edge with a small sigh. 

He couldn't help but let his eyes drift over to the bedroom door. Jayce had the bedroom now. Viktor refused to step foot in it again. Even thinking about it was making him imagine those hands around his throat again. He shakily raised his fingers, brushing his fingertips over his neck. He couldn't forget those eyes. Desperate. Angered. In disbelief. Gods, Viktor hadn't been able to speak for a month. They no longer helped each other with bandages. Viktor had only ever asked Jayce to sit outside with him once while he'd bathed and that had been before the incident. He'd never asked him again. He glanced up at the window. They had actual drapes now and they always remained closed. The Hextech lantern still hadn't died. Every day, Viktor grew more and more impressed with it. His eyes drifted down to the tables against the wall, where their equipment was set up. Their equipment. He reached up, gently sliding the hair tie from his hair and allowing it to fall around his face.

Viktor slipped his shoes off, not bothering with anything else before he laid himself down on his side. Had everyone really lied to him? Well, not everyone. Jayce wouldn't have known either. Viktor had just been missing these last several years. Not wanted for treason or association. He was just a victim. Not an accomplice. And definitely not a partner. Viktor's fingers curled into the blanket. Their interactions were cordial. Their conversations were friendly. But Viktor would never let Jayce's hands anywhere near his body again. He'd even insisted on putting on the brace himself to keep Jayce away from him. And he could tell it was tearing the other up inside, but Viktor didn't care. 

Maybe he'd just been lulled into too false a sense of security. Maybe he'd been too naïve. He'd... He'd honestly thought Jayce wouldn't try to kill him. He paused as he heard crackling outside, followed by rushed footsteps. Viktor rolled himself over in the bed so his back was facing the door. He pulled the blanket up over himself. Why had it felt like his trust had been shattered? What trust had he even had? He'd been a fool. And he wouldn't allow it to happen again. He allowed so much. Everyone else had started referring to them as the Talis couple. Fine. He guessed he at least had a last name now. When everyone had started to ask if they'd 'divorced', Viktor had to sit and take that too. Fine. How would they know what had happened?

Even laying down in the bed like he was, Viktor's hand moved up to cover his neck. He heard the door click open before footsteps followed. "Vik..?" Jayce voice was quiet. Viktor was originally going to pretend to be asleep, but he couldn't. He lifted his head, propping himself on his elbow. Jayce stared at him from the door. He'd grown a beard that Viktor had to remind him to tend to. His hair had also grown out, with he and Viktor often sharing hair ties and leaving them scattered all over the house. Viktor gave him a weak look. 

"I said you couldn't call me that anymore." He stated in a quiet, reminding tone. "You lost the privilege." It felt odd saying something like that to someone like Jayce, but Viktor knew it wouldn't anger him. Instead, he watched as Jayce's shoulders sank and he opened his mouth. Viktor wasn't having it. "Goodnight Jayce." He started to lay back down before pausing as Jayce said that he shouldn't sleep with the brace on. He took a step forward and Viktor had to go through the same routine he did every night. Stop Jayce and assure him very firmly that he was capable of taking it off himself. Even after years, Viktor didn't understand why Jayce still even tried. Jayce faltered before giving a quiet nod. His fingertips were still grey and his hands had healed with scars all over from the burns. He'd practically reopened all of them when he'd... Viktor finally moved his eyes away. 

He reached down, pulling his braced leg up to his chest. He gripped the knobs on either side of his knee before giving them a careful twist. Instantly, the entire brace started to expand with a hiss, decompressing from the shape of his leg. Viktor carefully slipped his leg out, followed by his foot. He reached down, placing the brace next to the bed, like he'd done with his cane before. He didn't say goodnight again, only turning and laying back down. Jayce wasn't heard moving. That hadn't changed. Jayce still came out quite often to just stand over Viktor and watch him sleep. Viktor had woken up almost every time just from the sheer feeling of someone staring. He heard Jayce moved towards the bedroom before opening the door and pausing. "Viktor, I'm sorry." Viktor replied that he knew, but he still wouldn't look at him. 

Jayce gave a small sigh before he disappeared into the bedroom and Viktor heard the door shut. Jayce had tried apologizing to him for years. It really had been years. And every single day was an awkward, unhealthy nightmare when Viktor wasn't working. He'd even started spending nights in Singed's lab, when the doctor wasn't around. And Jayce hated that. He could tell Jayce hated it, but the other wouldn't stop him. Whenever he'd spend the night there, it was often Jinx who would keep him company. He... rather appreciated it, even if she liked to mess with him. He rolled back over in the bed to stare up at the Hextech lantern. Sometimes, on more occasions than he would like to admit, Viktor had... missed... both of them helping each other with their wounds. Whenever he had to do it on his own, Jayce would always look upset. And when Jayce had to tend to his own wounds, Viktor would never look at him. 

Viktor's hand was curled tight into the blanket again. Jayce had certainly figured out how to get them places quicker with his Rune, just as he'd promised. And he'd kept his promise. Every day, they were able to return to the house. They'd had a few incidents of Silco trying to send people to watch them, but those had quickly ceased when Jayce had caught all of them. Viktor's eyes drifted along the wall and he closed them. Maybe he would just sleep in the lab again tomorrow. 

Maybe Jinx would even bring him sweetmilk.

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When Viktor woke again in the morning, his body felt tense and stiff. His throat was dry and hoarse. He furrowed his brow, placing his hand on the bed before carefully pushing himself up into a sitting position. His hair seemed much more awake than he was and he heard a soft snicker nearby. Despite everything, a smile tugged at his own lips as he reached up, smoothing his hair back out of his face and muttering for the other not to laugh. "I doubt yours looks any better when you get up." Jayce was still quietly snickering as he stood in the kitchen area. They'd designated one of the tables for eating. Jayce had two bowls of fruit, coming over and setting them down. 

"I never claimed mine looks any better." Jayce replied with a grin as he held up his hands in mock surrender. He sat down at the table, starting to eat. Viktor rolled his eyes. He reached down to the brace, pulling it up before slipping his leg into it, inserting his foot into the metal boot. He didn't usually like doing this while Jayce was watching, but he was hungry. If he did it wrong by even a millimeter, Jayce would say something. Viktor twisted the knobs forward this time and gave a weak inhale as the brace suddenly went completely tight around his leg, compressing it. Viktor gave his ankle a small, hesitant roll before seeming satisfied. He slipped out of the bed and moved over to the table, sitting down. "Are you planning on washing off today?" Viktor paused before glancing up at him. 

"Why? Are you implying I need to?" He asked, raising a brow. Jayce instantly started to stutter that it wasn't what he meant before pausing as he seemed to notice the small tug of amusement at Viktor's lips. He rolled his eyes and Viktor ate a slice of fruit. "I am. May I know why you're asking?" 

"I made something else for you in the forge. It took a little bit, but I think it'll help you." A small bit of hope crept into Jayce's voice. "It'll be... It'll be difficult to put it on yourself, but I'm sure... you can find someone... to help you fix it later." He stumbled over his words awkwardly as his eyes moved to the side. "I, uh, I also wanted to talk about something else." Viktor raised a brow at him. "I think you might be putting unnecessary strain on your leg. If you need me to teleport you back, I-I would really much rather you come find me than walk all the way back yourself." Viktor replied that Jayce had been in the forge and he hadn't wanted to interrupt him. "A-And I appreciate that, but you getting back safely is more important to me than whatever I'd be making at the moment." 

"Flattering." Viktor responded before pausing as Jayce spoke again, saying he was serious. He gave a heavy sigh through his nose, promising that he'd keep it in mind. He finished his bowl, noting that Jayce had barely touched his. He picked up the bowl, heading back to a small cabinet next to his bed and placing it down before pulling out folded clothes and a new towel. "You can bring whatever you made outside. I'll figure it out." He pulled out his bottle of shampoo and conditioner mix, his brace creaking softly as he moved towards the door. He unlatched it before moving outside. It seemed like it was cloudy today and that slightly disappointed Viktor. He wasn't able to see the sun through the fissure today. As he approached the water cavern, another thought crossed his mind and he crinkled his nose. Jayce had looked greasy. When had been the last time he'd washed off??

Viktor had only almost caught the other outside twice. He'd saw his silhouette in moonlight while going to look for him. Jayce had instantly hidden himself regardless. Viktor furrowed his brow as he reached the water's edge, setting his things down. He started to strip off his shirt quietly, his movements faltering at the large patch of discoloration on his arm and shoulder. It stretched up onto part of his neck as well. It had been the result of an accident in the lab. They'd cleaned him off before there'd been any scarring below surface level, but he'd permanently lost what little melanin he even had in that area. He gave a quiet sigh, reaching up and sliding his hand over it. He pulled his brace up, unlocking it with another hiss before pulling it off. Had Jayce not been bathing recently?? He paused, wondering why he was still worrying about that. Well, of course he was worried, he had to share a house with this man. 

He paused as he heard footsteps before glancing over. Jayce hesitated, instantly stopping in his tracks when he saw him. Yep, he was definitely greasy. Viktor moved his focus to what the other was holding and paused. What was that?? All he saw was what appeared to be a golden-plated spine.  He blinked as Jayce set it down on the ground before he felt the words bubble up in his throat. He was already speaking before he could stop himself. "Jayce, you look filthy." The words seemed to surprise Jayce, who turned back to look at him in confusion. "When was the last time you bathed?" The fact that Jayce actually seemed like he had to stop and think about it made Viktor's shoulders instantly scrunch up as his nose wrinkled. "The pool is big enough." Jayce stared at him and Viktor didn't give him another moment to speak. 

Viktor finally heard his footsteps disappear back towards the house and he sighed, figuring he'd just scared the other off. Maybe it had been a little too bold of a statement. But Jayce was a smith! He was sweating all the time and if he hadn't bathed... Viktor made a small, dry gagging noise of disgust. He finished stripping himself off before lowering himself into the water. It was a little warmer today, though it still made Viktor shiver a little. He reached out to the bottle, pulling it against himself and starting to pop it open before he heard the footsteps again. They were much more hesitant and Viktor glanced over. He paused. Oh. He'd been joking about the pool being big enough, but Jayce had brought a change of clothes and his own towel. The way he crept along was uncertain and unsure. Viktor blinked. 

Jayce wouldn't show his face in front of him for weeks at the house if he mentioned anything about it being a joke. Viktor kept his mouth shut, his eyes moving back down to the bottle. This would also be the first time Jayce would've seen the full extent of his discoloration. Jayce knelt down, settling himself next to the water's edge. Viktor glanced up and met Jayce's dismayed gaze. "...No. It doesn't hurt." He said, that seeming to be the answer to an unspoken question. He watched Jayce's shoulders relax a little. He paused as Jayce lifted his arm, unclipping the bracelet and setting it aside. There was the soft popping noise of buttons and Viktor turned away, moving towards the waterfall with a bit of the hair mixture in his hand. He slipped beneath the water, coming out on the other side of the waterfall again. It felt like it had become his own little area. 

He started to scrub the mixture into his scalp, letting out a quiet sigh. His hands came to an immediate stop as he stared through the water. Jayce's form was blurry, but he was bare as he slipped down into the water, it only coming up over his hips. Viktor paused, leaning back against the wall as Jayce came up to the other side of the waterfall. He could only stare up at the other's silhouette quietly, his hand unconsciously moving to protect his throat. Jayce didn't seem to notice how close he was. He leaned forward and seemed to just be wetting his hair before running his hands through it and turning away. Viktor had his brow furrowed. He could've sworn he saw scars on Jayce's body, but he wouldn't move out from under the water to check. Especially while the other was this close. Jayce hadn't brought anything to wash his hair with and Viktor raised a brow. 

There was no way Jayce's hair would be clean with just water when it was that greasy. Viktor hesitated before moving forward, tipping his head back as his eyes slid shut. The water washed over him and he let it clean out his hair before he pushed it back out of his face. "Jayce." He spoke in a slightly scolding tone and the other spooked harder than Viktor had expected. He did have scars. They were stretching up his arms and his shoulders. He could only wonder if they were from smithing incidents. Jayce was very much in shape, as Viktor would expect from someone whose job it was to carry around and melt pieces of metal. "Jayce, your hair is far too greasy to just be cleaned with water. Use some of that." He gestured to the bottle and Jayce seemed taken back before saying that that was Viktor's. "And I'm telling you to use it." Jayce hesitated before moving through the water, settling at the edge. Viktor moved to the edge as well, though it was a little further away. He gave a quiet sigh, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he rest his head in it. Admittedly, it wasn't... that bad having Jayce bathe at the same time as him. He'd been right. The pool was big enough. 

Viktor wasn't sure how long he'd been resting there, but his body instantly froze up as he felt the water behind him move. What was he doing?? What was Jayce doing? Viktor's body started to go into panic before he suddenly felt something haunting. Lips brushed over the back of his neck and his eyes went wide. It sent a tingling through his whole body. It had barely been a touch. Almost nothing at all. The water was felt shifting as Jayce pulled away, seeming like he was quickly making his way back to the waterfall. Viktor's hand shook as it raised to the back of his neck. The paleness that had been on his face had been quickly chased out by a blossoming, unhealthy dark red as he pressed his fingertips right to where Jayce's lips had been. What was that?? Viktor had never experienced anything like that in his life. He turned and opened his mouth before pausing.

He could just barely see Jayce behind the waterfall now, though the other was turned to the side. He seemed like he had his head in his hands. Viktor knew better than anyone that Jayce wouldn't be able to hear him, even if he was standing right in front of it. Viktor hesitated before moving forward. They'd swapped places from earlier, Jayce now being the one hidden inside the water. Viktor kept his hand on the back of his neck before turning away from the wall of water. His face was still burning hot as he made his way to the edge of the pool. He erupted into another small coughing fit, clearing his throat. He heaved himself up out of the water, using his towel to squeeze the water from his hair before wrapping it around himself. His feet and calves were still dangling within the water. Viktor's hands tightened on the towel. What did he mean?? What had that meant?? It had been downright ghostly. 

Viktor finally managed to pull himself from his thoughts, looking over at the thing Jayce had brought up for him. He tipped his head before finally being able to piece together what it was. A body brace. Was it for his awkward walking posture? Viktor knew his state had been deteriorating over the years. The brace looked to be made of a thick leather with golden plating to hold his body in place. He wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to put it on. At least he could tell which side was the back. He glanced back over towards the waterfall, where Jayce seemed to be cleaning out his hair behind it. The heat of Viktor's face was fading and he let out a small sigh. He pulled over his undergarments before getting dressed in those. He wrapped the towel around his waist, furrowing his brow as he leaned backwards, snagging the body brace and dragging it over. 

It seemed to have a strap that would hook over his shoulder. Good gods, it looked hand-stitched as well. Had Jayce really made this himself? It had weight to it. Viktor hesitantly held it up best he could. "...Think you'll need help?" Viktor jumped a little and lowered the brace to see Jayce had come out from under the waterfall. He still wouldn't look Viktor in the eyes, keeping his hands behind himself. He'd developed a habit of hiding his hands around Viktor whenever he wasn't using them. Normally, Viktor's throat would feel like it was closing up whenever Jayce was too close, but this time, all he felt was that tingling sensation from the back of his neck. Jayce paused as Viktor asked how to put it on. "It, uh, it has a locking mechanism along the spine that, uh, latches together. It's... It's magnets." Jayce finally managed to explain. 

Viktor stared at him. Jayce wouldn't look at him. He wouldn't dare take his hands out in front of him. That feeling of tightness around his throat remained. That memory of those desperate, angered eyes remained. And still... Viktor's hands shook as he held the brace. "...Yes, actually. I... I could use some help." He finally said quietly. Jayce's eyes instantly moved to him and he seemed a little shocked. It seemed like he'd asked while expecting a negative answer or even none at all. He hesitated before asking if Viktor was sure. "Just... do not keep your hands anywhere on me longer than you need to." The way Viktor said it made it very clear he meant it. He knew why Jayce was so shocked, since this was the first time he'd allowed him within his space again in years. 

The water swished softly as Jayce moved forward, reaching out and carefully taking the brace with careful hands. Viktor blinked as there was a loud clacking, Jayce pressing something at the bottom of the slime that seemed to release the magnets. "Turn around." Jayce's voice was quiet and it barely even sounded like an instruction. Viktor hesitated. Turn his back to him? While he was this close?? It made him tense, but he did so. The moment Jayce was out of his sight, a violent anxiety sprung forward in his chest. He jumped a little as the leather touched his skin. He glanced down, having to stop himself from reaching up to touch at the gold design now tucked at the bottom of his ribcage. The brace seemed to mostly be holding his torso and spine. The strap settled over his shoulder and he jumped a little as he felt the weight of the entire thing. 

There was soft clicking and the pressure against his back was slowly getting tighter and tighter. Jayce seemed to be carefully doing the magnets up one by one and it occurred to Viktor that he was likely doing that so his hands wouldn't touch Viktor. He suddenly went bright red as the last magnet snapped into place and his back instantly cracked. There was silence for a moment before Viktor heard Jayce start to laugh quietly. "I-I haven't stretched in a bit!" Viktor instantly fumbled to explain, extremely embarrassed by this. 

"Clearly!" Jayce said, moving back as he covered his mouth with his hand, his other arm crossed over his chest. He continued to laugh, making Viktor fluster more. He made a quick shooing motion and Jayce turned away from him. Viktor managed to get himself redressed, though he let the shirt hang open for a moment as he pulled on his leg brace. He twisted the knobs and flinched again as it tightened around his leg. Jayce had gone quiet and he was still turned away. He had a nasty scar stretching diagonally across his back. When Jayce had said that he and the last smith hadn't gotten along, he really had meant it. Their relationship had been downright violent. "Is your... Is your leg brace bruising you at all? I'd have to loosen the pressure up a little if it is." 

"I haven't noticed any bruising yet." Viktor said quietly. He stared at him before his eyes fell to the ground. Were they... Were they really not going to talk about what had just happened? The back of his neck was still tingling. He hesitantly started to do up his shirt before opening his mouth. He wanted to ask. He wanted to ask about it. What the hell what that had been. Why the hell Jayce had done that. Who did... Who did he think he was? Viktor paused. Not even that thought had the proper emotion behind it. He was trying to be angry, but he couldn't. He knew Jayce had to have quite a bit of audacity to pull something like that after what he'd done, but why had he?? Why?? Viktor opened his mouth again, but his words caught in his throat. Finally, when he spoke, his voice was quiet and weak. "Jayce." 

The other seemed to jump a little before turning to face him. He had been tense, but he relaxed a little as he saw Viktor holding out his towel to him. He came over and took it, Viktor turning himself away as he heard Jayce pull himself up out of the water with a small grunt. "Think I'm clean enough for your liking?" The other spoke in a soft, joking tone. So they were just going to gloss over that. Viktor's hand tightened in his leg brace quietly. He gave a soft scoff before saying that he probably smelled better than he had. 

"You made the house smell like sweat." Viktor stated, looking back at him. Jayce instantly protested that he had not. "Of course you would think so." Viktor scooped up his dirty clothes before pushing himself to his feet. He still kept himself turned away from Jayce. "I'll wait for you inside. I'm sure you're nervous that I've seen this much of you." He was being genuine, but he paused as Jayce stated that he wasn't as nervous with Viktor. "Why? Because I actually look worse?" He was joking, but Jayce quickly stated that that wasn't it. Viktor felt a smile tug at his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Please just hurry, Jayce. We're both working today." 

"Right." Jayce was heard starting to shuffle with his clothes behind him and Viktor heard him jump as he said his name again. He thanked him for the body brace, his posture feeling much better. "Of course!" There was instant excitement in Jayce's voice that made Viktor almost want to laugh. He made his way back down to the house, unlocking the door with the disc from the front of his knee. He popped it back in before slipping inside and shutting the door. Instantly, his legs almost seemed to give out and he slid down the door, covering his mouth. Were they really not going to talk about it???

Why did Viktor feel like he couldn't? He raised his hand to the back of his neck, where Jayce's lips had brushed over his nape. He would've never expected something so... What was the word? Personal? Similar, but not quite. Affectionate? Not... quite. Viktor froze up a little. Intimate? He instantly buried his face in his knees, having to stay on the floor for a little bit. Focus. He had to focus. They both had work to do today. Maybe they could... Maybe they could discuss it another time. Deep down in his heart, Viktor knew this wasn't true. He pushed himself to his feet, moving back over to his bed as he ran his hand through his hair again. He heard the door open and glanced up at Jayce. The other stared at him, seeming surprised. 

"You, uh... you ready?" Jayce had placed his folded clothes just within the doorway. He had his bracelet back on. Viktor watched as the other awkwardly smiled. "Shall we head over?" 

Anything to get him out of this situation. Anything to keep to his mind off it. "Yes, uh, let us go." 

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The walk through Zaun was quiet between them. Viktor was so obviously distracted that Jayce had to keep getting his attention. As they reached where Zaun would empty out into the abandoned industrial area, Viktor paused. Jayce had walked a few steps ahead of him before his Rune suddenly lit up and he teleported a few inches forward as there was a loud bang. The clink of the bullet piercing through the grated walkway where he'd just been standing was much louder than Viktor had expected. Jayce gave a heavy sigh through his nose. They could already hear boots approaching and after a moment, that blue blur crashed down between them. "Silco will lose his smith if this keeps up." Jayce stated to Jinx, who raised a brow at him. 

She didn't even grace him with an answer and turned to face Viktor so fast that one of her braids whipped Jayce in the legs and made him swear. She instantly gave a smile to Viktor, reloading her gun without looking. "Hey, Stringbean! You'll actually be running around with me today!" She paused and glanced down at his leg. "...Y'know, metaphorically." Viktor stared at her in surprise before saying he had to go meet with Singed. "Nooo, I spoke to Silco and he said that you could entertain me for today!" Viktor raised a brow before asking if Silco had kicked her out of his office again. "Nooo." Jinx turned away slowly, avoiding his gaze. 

"Viktor, I'll meet up with you again later." Jayce suddenly spoke up and Jinx shot him a look. She wouldn't take her eyes off of him until he was a good distance away. Viktor watched him quietly, his hands tightening a little at his sides. He still felt the tingling. His eyes drifted to Jinx. He felt guilty every time he watched them interact. After the incident, he'd made his way to the industrial area by himself, collapsing on one of the walkways with barely any breath left and a throat that was nearly purple. It was the first and only time he'd run away from Jayce. It had been Powder who'd found him. And she'd stayed by his side until Silco had found them in the morning. He remembered how Powder had cried when Viktor had finally decided to return back to Jayce. Ever since then... He glanced up at Jinx.

"...And he will still pay me?" Viktor asked, raising a brow. Jinx scoffed in mock offense, asking if her presence was not enough. Viktor delivered quite possibly his best unamused look because Jinx let out a loud dramatic groan and waved her hand dismissively, saying that he'd get his money. "I would also appreciate if you stopped trying to shoot my roommate." He paused as Jinx spoke again, bluntly correcting him to 'abusive husband.' Viktor sighed. "We are not married." Jinx waved her hand again. "Do you need me to help you with anything?" Viktor finally decided to get to the point. 

"Actually, I was planning on showing you something special today. Silco doesn't even know about it. No one really does. Except me. I know about it." Jinx added to him assuringly. Viktor replied that he'd assumed she would. "You are not gonna like the journey there though." Viktor gave a small, exasperated sigh before blinking. "How was your little Topside trip?? You find your friend you were looking for?" Viktor replied that he had and a small smile tugged at his lips. Jinx seemed to notice and a huge grin instantly spread across her pale face. "Ahhh, was she excited to see you?? It went good??" Viktor chuckled, replying that it had and Jinx instantly clapped her hand against her gun in delight, though Viktor had to awkwardly lean to the side in case it fired. 

"Where are we heading?" Viktor soon prompted, his voice slightly amused. Jinx seemed to jump, like she'd been reminded of what she'd just been talking about. She gestured behind him and Viktor gave a small, dramatic sigh as he felt Jinx turn him around by the shoulders. "Alright, this way then." Jinx hopped ahead of him. She led him along the edge of Zaun's main city, still disregarding gun safety as she swung her arms back and forth. "You seem cheerful." Jinx replied that she'd almost got him today in a proud tone. Viktor watched her with a small sigh. "He hasn't laid hands on me in years, Jinx. I feel your hostility is warranted, but maybe the... killing attempts are a bit unnecessary." Jinx gave a hum that sounded like acknowledgment, but Viktor knew the words had passed right by her. 

He paused as the ground sloped downward in front of them and Viktor instantly crinkled his nose in distaste. They were at one of the entrances to the old mines. Jinx seemed to realize Viktor wasn't following and turned back. "It's safe! C'mon!" She encouraged. Viktor still wouldn't move, his brow furrowed as he asked if they were supposed to be here. "Do you see any cops?? What are they gonna do if they're not here?" Jinx moved back up to him, finally slipping her gun back into the holster on her belt. She offered her arm with a grin. "Here, I'll even walk you down like a proper gentleman!" Her voice cracked on the word and a smile tugged at Viktor's lips again. Viktor paused before reaching out. He took her arm and Jinx began to lead him downwards. As they entered the old mine, Viktor's thoughts were drifting again. His neck still tingled. "Stringbean!" Viktor jumped as Jinx spoke loudly next to him. 

"I have a name." Viktor replied, raising a brow at her. Jinx snickered before tugging him to the right. Viktor paused as he saw where they were going. "Jinx." They were headed towards a crevice that they both would only fit into if they turned sideways. It was dark and choking. "J-Jinx!" His stutter seemed to finally get her attention. Jinx paused and her smile faltered for a moment. Viktor's free hand curled at his side. This was not somewhere he wanted to go. He released her arm very quickly, moving back a little. Jinx came back over, her brow furrowed before she reached out to him. Viktor instantly jerked back again, his hand moving up to cover his throat. Jinx startled as well. 

"Oh, right, sorry. No face or neck touching. Sorry, I forgot. That's my bad." Jinx quickly held up her hands on either side of her head, as if to show Viktor where they were. She glanced back at the crevice. "This is the fastest way down, but I can probably find another way?" Viktor's eyes drifted past her and he inhaled shakily. He quietly asked if she thought he would fit, holding out his braced leg. Jinx glanced down at it before turning to look back at the crevice. She turned back to him. "Yes." She replied bluntly. "Here. I won't let go of you." She held out her hand and Viktor still felt that lump in his throat. "Come ooooon." Jinx's whine lifted a little bit of his fear and he managed a weak grin before reaching out. The moment he took her hand, he was being pulled along. 

Jinx turned sideways, slipping into the crevice quite easily. Viktor could barely see the gleam of those blue eyes. He hesitated before slowly turning himself sideways and inching into the small space. He startled as the metal of his brace slightly scraped against the rocks. His breathing became a little shaky and he pressed his hand against the wall in front of him. He paused as he felt Jinx giving his other hand tiny squeezes. He closed his eyes, inching along behind her. Every time the metal of his brace made a scraping noise, Viktor would flinch. He knew Jayce was going to notice the scuff marks instantly. He'd probably sit outside and buff them out for hours. After what felt like an eternity, Viktor felt Jinx tug at his hand. "Watch your step!" The way her voice echoed... Viktor opened his eyes and he stumbled as he slipped out of the crevice. Jinx had to steady him and he paused as he landed with a clang. A clang??

Viktor glanced down. They were on a grated walkway again and he followed it what appeared to be a massive air balloon resting in the center of the cavern, surrounded by a makeshift fortress of blankets and cloth. He stopped in shock. Jinx let go of his hand before skipping forward, throwing her arms outwards as she turned to him with a grin. "Welcome to the home base!" Her voice echoed again and Viktor took a few hesitant steps forward. He'd never seen anything like this and he was so distracted by it that Jinx nearly scared him to death as she appeared in front of him. "What do you think?? It's cool, right?" Her voice cracked again in excitement. "No one else knows about it!" Viktor furrowed his brow and glanced at her, asking why she would tell him then. Jinx stared at him and she gave a small sigh through her nose. "In case you ever need to escape somewhere else for a little bit. Somewhere he won't find you." 

Viktor stared at her and his hands curled into the sides of his pants again as he glanced to the side. "I... I appreciate it, but I don't believe I would need to-" 

"Stringbean, you thought a lot of things about him that turned out to not be so true." Jinx said, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow at him. Viktor glanced over at her. "Sometimes, we all need a little break from our... roommates." She looked like she really wanted to put the last word in quotations, but she wouldn't. She smiled. "Here! I have beanbags over here! We can sit down! I also got some sweetmilk stored away!" Viktor had to admit he was still marveling at the sheer size of this hidden hideout. It was... It was impressive. He paused as he heard Jinx's boots stomping back towards him. She appeared with two bottles, holding one out to him. Viktor was momentarily startled before he took the sweetmilk with a quiet thanks. 

Jinx led him over to said beanbags, one of which she collapsed onto with a loud poof. Viktor was a little more careful, his brace creaking as he lowered himself down. His eyes drifted to it and he crinkled his nose in slight disdain. He reached up, brushing his fingers over the scratch marks in the metal. It didn't seem like it had damaged the Hex Crystal fragments at all, so that was at least something. "Hey, Stringbean?" Jinx had rolled over to look at him, holding her bottle of sweetmilk against her chest. Viktor rolled his eyes before starting to reply that that wasn't his name. "Aren't you going to leave him soon?" Viktor paused and his eyes instantly moved up to her. Jinx was watching him quietly. She had a straw, which she poked through the film on the top of the bottle, starting to drink the sweetmilk as she kept the bottle against her chest. 

"...No, I don't believe I will be." Viktor answered. Jinx asked why in a plaintive voice and Viktor hesitated. He raised a shaking hand to his throat, his fingertips pressed against it. "He won't... He wouldn't..." He struggled to say the words out loud and Jinx interrupted, saying she could get him away. That Viktor could just live down here. Another chance, huh? Viktor was growing tired of them. He glanced down before that itch started in his throat and he started to cough violently into his arm, his other hand tightly holding the sweetmilk bottle. He took in a rattling breath. "I... I need him for... something." Jinx asked what in a blunt voice. Viktor paused. He wasn't sure he should be talking about it. Not about Jayce's work. Not here. Not with her and not with how Jayce was. He lowered his hand, it curling into the beanbag. "Jinx, I don't know if I can-" 

"Viktor." It always startled him when Jinx actually called him by his name. She sipped her sweetmilk quietly before speaking again. "You can. Nothing has to be run by him ever. I don't tell Silco what I'm doing half the time." She gave a small shrug. Viktor glanced up and asked quietly if she believed the relationships were similar in nature. That question actually seemed to unsettle Jinx and her hands tightened on the bottle. "I... No, Silco doesn't... He wouldn't..." She seemed to be trying to think of an example. "I, uh..." Her eyes fell to the side. "No, I think they're different." She finally answered. Viktor stared at her quietly before his own eyes drifted to the ground. Finally, she glanced up again. "What did he promise you? Had to be something" 

Viktor's throat felt dry. This was dangerous, wasn't it? He didn't want to endanger Jinx like this. He raised one of his hands to his arm, holding it tightly. "A cure." He said quietly. Jinx's loud sipping went silent and she stared at him. "He promised me a cure. Years ago. And I'm running on borrowed time. He says he just hasn't figured it out yet." He paused as Jinx scoffed, saying loudly that it was bullshit. 

"He's obviously stalling so you still need him!" Jinx's voice cracked on the word again and she stomped her feet from her sitting position, clearly irritated. "I know you guys do weirdo science stuff out there on your own. Silco's been dying to know what it is. Like, that stuff." She gestured to his brace. "Is it stuff like that?" Viktor hesitated before giving a nod. "Can't you figure it out on your own??" Viktor replied that it was Jayce's creation. He would know it better than anyone. "Bullshit!" Jinx groaned again, tipping her head back. "Stringbean, I could probably figure it out! I got tons of weird science stuff hidden around here!" It was no secret that Jinx had a brilliant mind in that scattered brain of hers. Viktor picked at the top strap of his leg brace, something he only did when he was troubled. 

The more he thought about it, the more he realized it didn't make sense. If Jayce had all the instructions for how to put together the Hexcore and he had all the material, why hadn't he...? Instead, he just kept giving Viktor more aids. A leg brace. A back and body brace. Potentially a crutch. Viktor knew it wasn't a guarantee that the Hexcore would heal him, but why hadn't they tried?? "I see the gears turning." Jinx commented, continuing to sip her sweetmilk. Viktor's other hand was curled into the sleeve of his own shirt anxiously.

"...He'd kill you if he found out." Viktor stated quietly. Jinx snorted, replying that was only if he got close enough to grab her. She smiled, saying she was pretty good at long-range. He knew why she hadn't mentioned Jayce having to deal with Silco. Without Viktor even saying it, Jinx seemed to understand that Jayce did not give a shit about whatever repercussions he would face from Silco over her death. And they would likely be very serious. Viktor stared at her. He frowned after a moment. "...I feel like you may be a bad influence." 

"You're way older than me. Maybe you're the bad influence." Jinx replied, rolling her eyes. She tipped her head. "What are you thinking?" 

"I could... bring his journal here. He details his processes and the materials needed for his creations. How... confident would you be that we could piece together something...?" Viktor asked. "It would be... very dangerous." Jinx smiled, saying she was all about danger. "You could get hurt." 

"And your 'roommate' could kill me." Jinx commented, actually using quotations this time before she set down the empty bottle next to her. "At least dying from the experiment would be cool." She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. "Besides! We're both pretty smart sometimes!" She reached up, knocking on her head. "Lights are still on, aren't they?" Viktor rolled his eyes before muttering the word 'occasionally.' He gave a small sigh, leaning back against his beanbag. His hands had moved to his lap, squeezed tightly together. He must've looked extremely troubled because Jinx's smile soon faltered. She hesitated before climbing off her beanbag and moving over, settling on her knees next to Viktor's. "...I haven't seen you make that face in a long time. Are you really that scared?" 

Viktor glanced at her. He could only picture those eyes. Out of every look those eyes had given him, hate had not been one of them. Viktor didn't know if he could handle seeing hate. If this worked, and he was cured... would he still leave Jayce? He... He didn't know. Would Jayce even be happy that he was cured?? Viktor's hand slid up to cup the back of his neck again. That had to have meant something. It had to, right? Maybe if he tried to ask again, Jayce would start on the Hexcore. That was what they needed, right? His body started to become riddled with anxiety again and he startled as Jinx shoved the sweetmilk bottle into his chest. He held it in his hands for a few seconds, his fingers shaking. His heart had already started pounding unhealthily. He glanced down at the sweetmilk before reaching up and starting to pick at the film on the top. 

Once he got it open, he took a shaky sip, settling himself back against the beanbag. He paused, glancing over as Jinx leaned against his beanbag too, looking at him upside down. "Stringbean, you can stay here whenever you want. Even if you just wanna get away for a little bit." She scanned him over. "Sometimes you look like you really need to." Viktor glanced to the side and gave a soft scoff, asking if it was really so obvious. He slid a hand up into his hair before curling it up again. He let out a heavy sigh through his nose. "Y'know you don't have to be stressed all the time?" Viktor glanced at her. He was grateful for it and he thanked her after a moment. That huge grin reappeared on Jinx's face. Viktor took another sip of the sweetmilk, his eyes moving to stare forward blankly. 

Jinx seemed to watch him before asking if something had happened. Viktor glanced at her before his eyes fell. "...He helped me put on a body brace today. It's the first time in years he's put his hands so close to me." Viktor said, still holding the bottle. Jinx tipped her head and started to speak, but Viktor anticipated the question. "He didn't hurt me. He was gentle." Jinx scoffed before saying of course he was.

"You can't let him manipulate you. He's creepy and he's crazy." She stated bluntly. Viktor sighed, saying that he already knew that. "If you know, why won't you just leave? Take that journal and disappear!" Even the mere thought of that terrified Viktor. If Jayce ever caught him, he'd finish what he started years ago. Viktor must've gone pale because Jinx paused, pursing her lips. "...Or not." She sighed dramatically. "You can't just stay with someone cuz they're nice to you sometimes!" 

Viktor spoke before he meant to and his tone was a little colder. "Is that so?" He stared at her. The stare seemed to make her freeze up and she slowly sat up, her brow furrowing as she stated in a firm voice that the relationships weren't the same. That Silco's small moments of kindness were genuine. "...Of course. My apologies." Viktor didn't believe it for a second, but he relented, dipping his head. That seemed to relax Jinx a little and she gave a small huff through her nose as she watched him. She seemed to become distracted and Viktor rolled his eyes as she climbed up on the beanbag behind him. Her hands started messing with his hair. 

Viktor continued to drink his sweetmilk as Jinx pulled his hair into a messy bun, tying it off with one of the millions of hair ties that Viktor could see scattered around all over the floor. A small tug of amusement appeared on his lips again. He glanced up as Jinx climbed out from behind him, sitting back down next to the beanbag in a crisscross position. "...You really do not mind if I stay here for tonight?" Viktor asked, glancing at her. Jinx instantly lit up, shaking her head. "...Perhaps I'll do that then. I imagine Jayce will believe I am sleeping in the lab again." Viktor knew that Jayce hated when Viktor wouldn't return to the house, but he didn't think he would be able to handle being alone with him after what had happened earlier. 

His hand slipped over the back of his neck for the third time and he scrunched up his shoulders. He jumped as Jinx flicked his leg. "Hey! If you're staying here, you have to pick up food." She declared loudly. "Cuz I'm not allowed at the market anymore." Viktor rolled his eyes, muttering that he knew. He paused before asking if there was any other way out of the cavern that wasn't through the tiny crevice. "I mean, the other ways out might take waaaay longer. And I mean way longer." Viktor sighed in quiet irritation. "I can go with you up to the city's edge! I just can't let any cops see me!" 

"...I just need to get through the crevice. I'll be fine on my own from there." Viktor admitted quietly. Jinx blinked at him before raising a hand to her head in a salute, chirping out a cheerfully sarcastic 'yes, sir.' Viktor rolled his eyes again. He was anxious again. He wasn't sure why, but he always had a tougher time sleeping when he was away from the house. Maybe the lack of familiarity? That couldn't be it. He practically knew Singed's lab like the back of his hand now and even then, his sleep was tough and stuttered there. He would wake almost two to three hours at a time like clockwork. It always left him completely exhausted the next day. He set down the sweetmilk and tugged the film back over it. He would finish it when he got back. "Jinx." 

She smiled, hopping up to her feet, waiting as Viktor slowly got to his own. The brace creaked again and she crossed her arms, saying they would have to do something about that. Viktor waved his hand dismissively. Jinx climbed up the railing to the crevice, turning and holding out her hand to Viktor as the other gripped the wall. Viktor furrowed his brow. He always had a rougher time trying to boost himself up somewhere. He placed his good leg on the railing before flinching as he pushed himself up, Jinx practically dragging him. He set his braced leg on the rocks first, using the weight to anchor himself before he safely stand behind her. "You move like an old man, Stringbean." Jinx's voice grew muffled as she inched into the crevice. After a moment, Viktor could only see her pale hand stretching out. It gave an impatient wave. "C'mooooon!" Viktor took a quiet breath before taking her hand and turning sideways again. 

This was terrible. This was actually terrible and he hated it. Viktor kept his eyes shut as they both inched through the crevice again. Somehow, it felt even longer the second time around. Viktor was not looking forward to doing it again. Especially with food. Jinx was waiting for him on the other side, helping him pop out of the crevice with another ugly scraping noise. Gods, his brace was going to be destroyed by the end of this. "Are you going to want pastries?" Viktor asked as he moved away from the crevice, Jinx proudly nodding. "I'll pick some up then. Coffee for myself as well." He was already thinking ahead, mostly to distract himself from the absolute nightmare of that tunnel. 

Jinx walked out of the mine entrance with him before tipping her head. "You'll be good with that hill?" She asked. Viktor nodded, saying he would appreciate if she waited for him so she could lead him back again. "It's just two walls tightly closed in around you! I don't get what you're so afraid of." Jinx said, scoffing as she studied her nails. She glanced at him before that smile spread across her face. Viktor shook his head, muttering that she was insufferable. He turned and started making his way back up the hill. "I want a whole box!" Jinx called after him. 

Viktor rolled his eyes as he made it to the top of the hill. He reached back, pulling his hood up before making his way back into the city of Zaun. 

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As per usual, the closest market was loud and crowded. Viktor certainly wasn't a fan. He moved through the throngs of people quietly before approaching one of the more familiar sellers. "Ah, Mr. Talis! What can I get for you today?" The old man greeted him cheerfully and Viktor clenched his jaw a little. He knew Jayce had meant well, but... He started to speak before pausing as the seller instantly froze up. A hand suddenly grabbed Viktor's shoulder and he was spun around. His own hand instantly flew up to his throat to protect himself as he flinched. "Oh. You're not..." The voice in front of him was definitely from Piltover. Viktor furrowed his brow, opening his eyes. Instantly, his body went cold. The woman pulled her hand back from him. Despite seeming like she was trying for casualwear, it was definitely obvious she was a Piltie. "Forgive me for grabbing you like that. I... I thought you were... someone else." Viktor had completely frozen up. The woman's brow suddenly furrowed. 

"You can't just take off like that!" Another voice erupted from behind the woman and Viktor only caught the sight of pink hair before he turned away, trying to quickly escape the situation. The woman exclaimed for someone to catch him and Viktor nearly fell as someone with a hell of a grip snagged him by the back of his shirt. "...Who is this?" 

"Just! Just bring him over here!" The first woman's voice was hushed and Viktor's heart had instantly started racing in panic. He didn't know who these people were, but one of them was from Piltover and he didn't know who it was. But they clearly recognized him. He heard the second voice apologize before he was being yanked through the crowd. They entered an alleyway and Viktor yelped as he was slightly thrown against the wall, his hands instantly pressing back against it. "Vi! Do not just throw him!" Viktor stared at them. The pink-haired woman next to the first was definitely Zaunite. Born and raised from the looks of it. The first girl was... not. She reached out and Viktor flinched back a little as he felt his hood be pushed back. The pink-haired girl... Viktor paused and pressed himself against the wall a little more. Those... facial features... He'd seen them before. He'd just-

"Hey, why are we harassing this guy? He looks scared out of his damn mind." The pink-haired woman commented to the first one. 

"He's a missing person!" The woman said, shooting the other woman a look. She tried to offer her hand to Viktor. "My name is Caitlyn. I'm an undercover Enforcer. I promise you’re safe now." The pink-haired woman rolled her eyes, muttering the word 'undercover' in amusement. Even though Caitlyn's tone was assuring, Viktor could only stare at her. He couldn't even move to shake her hand. He felt like he was going to be sick. 

"Uh, listen, I'm no expert when it comes to this stuff, but, uh..." The pink-haired woman trailed off before leaning over to Caitlyn. "That is not the face of a man who wanted to be found." Caitlyn seemed to pause and she furrowed her brow as she looked Viktor over. She slowly lowered her hand. 

"Listen, I know you must've been through a lot and if you want to be left alone, I will do so, but... That man called you Talis. That must mean you’re still in contact with Jayce Talis, correct?" Viktor paused at her hopeful-sounding tone. Caitlyn seemed to be looking him over desperately. "Is he alright? Is he alive?" What? Viktor stared at her in surprise. He was speechless for a moment before nodding. "Alright?" He nodded again. "Alive?" Once more. Caitlyn seemed to relax. The other woman leaned in, asking who that was. "Someone close to me. I've been intending to bring him back to Piltover to prove his innocence." Innocence?? His what??? At the last word, Viktor wasn't sure what kind of face he made, but it surely wasn't a good one. The pink-haired woman seemed to take note of this before glancing back to Caitlyn and asking if she was sure he was innocent. "He has to be! Jayce wouldn't do those things." The face Viktor made only seemed to get worse, even though he was trying to violently suppress it. He gave a small shake of his head.

"...Right." The pink-haired woman said quietly, not seeming like she wanted to be the one to say anything either. "I'm sure he's... fine." Caitlyn only seemed more determined, saying that meant Jayce was down here. She turned to Viktor and started to ask something else. "Let him go, cupcake." The pink-haired woman nudged Caitlyn's shoulder. "Don't want to cause a scene by making him pass out." Caitlyn seemed extremely disappointed by this. Viktor didn't even wait to be dismissed, pulling his hood back up and quickly leaving the alleyway. He had to get as far away from those two as possible. At least the Zaunite had seemed to understand. 

His heart was pounding as he instantly left the area without buying anything. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stay around here. He couldn't. His whole chest hurt. He felt like he was struggling to breathe again. His path was a blur in front of him and he froze up. What if the Enforcer was following him?? He glanced back. He couldn't go back to Jinx like this. She was a fugitive. He couldn't go find Jayce either, considering he was the one they seemed to be looking for. He reached the edge of the city where the ground sloped off into the toxic industrial area. He stopped in his tracks before shakily lowering himself to the ground. He sat with his knees pulled up against his chest, unsure of what to do. He paused as he felt something wet running down his face. 

Viktor hesitantly reached up to his eyes, wiping away the tears. When had he started crying? He hoped it hadn't been in front of either of them. He buried his face in his hand. His lips were parted and he inhaled shakily. He wasn't used to being by himself and it was freaking him out. He didn't have anywhere to go. He didn't have anywhere to go. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. He was trying to remain quiet so he could listen for anyone following him. Gods, he hadn't realized people would think Jayce was innocent. Maybe he was... admittedly biased, considering he'd literally watched Jayce do all of it, not to mention continue doing it over the years. That Zaunite had seemed to gauge his expressions instantly, but he didn't know if she was willing to drop the news on Caitlyn. How did she know Jayce?? They must've been friends. Good ones, at that. 

The other woman had him confused. He could've sworn something about her face was familiar, but he couldn't piece together what it was. Viktor finally buried his head into his knees. He wasn't sure how long he was sat there until he heard footsteps. There was a loud clattering as the footsteps suddenly sped up and he flinched at the scraping noise as dirt blew past him. Skinny arms wrapped around him and Viktor hesitated before reaching out and hugging Jinx back. He was still shaking and he trembled. "S-Sorry about the... the food. I-I can go back and g-get it." Viktor managed in a quiet voice. Jinx pulled back, saying at him in confusion and disbelief. Viktor reached up, wiping at his eyes again. 

"I'll shoot someone. I'm not afraid to, you know that." Jinx said, her voice completely serious. Viktor shook his head, saying that he knew and he didn't need her to. "Then what happened?? Did Mister Grabby Hands catch you out there??" Viktor scoffed and shook his head before telling her to stop calling Jayce that. "Then what was it?? You look like you’re gonna drop any second!" Viktor shook his head before saying that an Enforcer had recognized him. That they'd heard one of the shopkeepers refer to him as a Talis. "Ugh, you really need to leave him. It'll count as a divorce and you won't have the last name anymore." 

"We're not married, Jinx." Viktor said, glancing over at her. Jinx sighed before her eyes darted over towards the buildings again. "I... I don't think they followed me. It would be best to leave it. I didn't want to return to you in case I was being followed." Viktor held his forehead as Jinx rested her head on his shoulder, giving a small huff. "She was looking for Jayce. She sounded... so hopeful that I knew him. She..." Viktor paused. "Sh-She thinks he's innocent." 

"Is she stupid?" Jinx's voice cracked on the last word as she spoke bluntly. "You can tell he did it with one look at him. You don't even need words!" Viktor gave a shrug, saying that it didn't seem that was the case. Jinx scoffed in disbelief before pausing as Viktor asked how long he'd been gone. "...a couple hours, Stringbean." She sounded a little dismayed and her arms tightened around him. "How long have you been sitting here? Did you, uh, detach from the real world again? What's that word? Dissa- Disso-" 

"Dissociate." Viktor finished quietly. He gave a small nod. "I may have." He sat up a little, flinching. His body was sore and stiff. Mentally, it hadn't felt like he'd been sitting there for hours, but it sure did physically. He carefully stretched out his legs and both of them instantly crinkled their noses at the loud creak his brace let out. 

"I'll swing by The Last Drop later to pick up some food. Let's just get that gross noise taken care of." Jinx said, gesturing to his brace. Viktor nodded before managing another apology at his failure to fetch them both food. Jinx waved her hand dismissively once she'd pulled away, pushing herself to her feet and holding her hands out to him. Viktor reached up, Jinx helping him get to his feet. All of a sudden, her hands tightened on his and he startled as she released one before pulling her gun from her holster. He turned to look back before sighing. Jayce had come from the direction of the catwalks leading out into the industrial area. He slowed to a stop, holding his hands up. 

"V-Viktor, you were sitting over here for a while. What happened??" He stated, his eyes wide. Viktor paused. Had Jayce been watching him the whole time? His body went a little cold. Jinx scoffed at him. "I wanted to come over sooner. Promise." Viktor stared at him. Promise. Always with that word. Always in that voice. Assuring, gentle, yet somehow just as desperate every time. Always, always, always. Viktor hesitated before looking back at Jinx and gesturing that he would be fine. She kept her eyes narrowed, but let him go. Viktor hesitantly moved over to Jayce before stopping the other quickly when he reached out to him. Jayce startled and quickly pulled his hand back, apologizing as fast as he could. 

"An Enforcer found me at the market. She recognized me, but after speaking a little, I feel it was actually you she was looking for. She seems like she knew you personally." Viktor stated quietly. Jayce paused and Viktor knew that Jayce must've known what he was talking about. "She said her name was-"

"Caitlyn." Jayce stated, raising a hand to his forehead and rubbing it. It was honestly the most stressed that Viktor had ever seen him look. He really didn't know if this was a good thing or not. Jayce avoided his gaze. "I, uh, I talk about her a lot, just not by... not by name." Viktor paused before asking if that was Sprout. Jayce's eyes seemed to soften at the nickname before nodding quietly. Viktor stated that it would've been helpful to know that Jayce's younger sister was an Enforcer. "I know, I know, I didn't think to tell you that." He rolled his eyes as Jinx piped up, saying that Jayce didn't seem to think about a lot of things. "Maybe we should head back ear-"

"Sorry, Stringbean's staying with me tonight!" Jinx interrupted again, sounding indignant. Jayce paused, staring at her. There was something a little darker behind his surprised look and Viktor's hands tightened on his arms as he kept them in front of himself. He was silently warning Jinx to be careful. Jayce finally pulled his gaze from her, turning it to Viktor. That dark feeling wouldn't go away as he asked if Viktor was going to stay out that night. There was a moment of tense silence before Jayce seemed to falter.

"I-It's alright if you do, I just... I just want to know." Jayce stared at him and Viktor nearly flinched as that look darkened once he gave a nod. "Alright... Make sure you come back tomorrow then, okay?" He had softened his voice and Viktor glanced up at him before nodding. Jayce gave him a smile before turning away. He slipped back onto the catwalks and Viktor kept hugging himself until Jayce disappeared out of sight. His heart was shaking in his chest again. He felt like he was going to be sick, he was so anxious. He nearly jumped as he felt Jinx poke him, getting his attention. She nodded back towards the way she'd come and Viktor turned, following after her. Unlike with how he'd walked in near silence with Jayce, Jinx seemed to be actively doing her best to keep Viktor talking. He had to admit that it was helping him focus. It was keeping him distracted from all the stress that had just happened. 

After she'd guided him down the hill to the mine entrance again, she didn't let go of his hand. Viktor's fingers were still shaking and he stopped as Jinx approached the crevice. He stared at it quietly, unsure if he could handle it right then. Jinx watched him. "If you wanna sit out here, I can just go get the lithium and we can grease the brace up out here." She offered after a moment. "I'll bring your sweetmilk too! Just so there's stuff to do while you relax." Jinx let go of his hand and Viktor watched as she slipped into the crevice. "I'll be right back!" Viktor watched her disappear before he made his way over to the rocky wall and settled himself down. He hesitated before pulling his braced leg up against himself, wincing at how bad it creaked.

Viktor sat for a few moments in silence, his lips parted as he tried to breathe in and out carefully. He was trying to calm his pounding heart. He closed his eyes and let out a weak, shaky sigh. There was a noise. Viktor's eyes shot open and he glanced over just as the shadow moved from the opening of the cave. He instantly stopped breathing, going completely silent. He didn't know who it was and it only freaked him out more. He felt something wet on his face again and he reached up. It wasn't his eyes this time and he trembled, tipping his head down and holding one hand under his bleeding nose. Why?? Why, why, why?? He squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a scared breath through his mouth. Who was there?? Who was there?? "Oh shit!" He heard Jinx exclaim as she left the crevice next to him, setting down a bottle of white lithium grease and Viktor's unfinished sweetmilk. Her eyes were wide and she paused. 

"S-Someone's outside. I-I think someone's outside. A shadow." Viktor managed in a shaky voice. Jinx stared at him before quickly pulling her gun from her holster. She pushed herself up and disappeared out of Viktor's sight as she moved towards the cave entrance. Viktor hoped she would be okay, but mostly, he really hoped he'd actually seen something and he wasn't just losing it. It didn't seem luck was in his cards though, Jinx heard hurrying back and hooking the gun back to her belt. 

"Nothing's there! We're okay! Breathe, Stringbean." Despite the nickname, Jinx's voice strained a little. Viktor shut his eyes before nodded. He felt like he was going to pass out again. He could feel the blood pooling in his palm. "Br-Breathe." He knew his nosebleeds always freaked Jinx out, but he couldn't help it. He felt her take his braced leg and pull it out straight. "You focus on breathing and I can get this greased up in no time, alright?" She asked, trying to be assuring. Viktor gave a shaky nod, closing his eyes. 

He really felt like he was losing it. He'd been doing so good at the start of the day, what happened?? He could only stare forward blankly, unable to even process that Jinx had started working on his leg. Did... Gods, did people really think Jayce was innocent?? How could they not see it?? Caitlyn had seemed perfectly normal. If that was his 'younger sister,' then why was he the only one that was like that?? Adopted, maybe. Hopefully. 

Viktor tried to calm both his thoughts and his heart, closing his eyes again. It was quiet except for Jinx's stunted humming and his own quiet breathing. He... He already wanted to go back to bed. 

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"Where are you going?" 

"Viktor? Viktor!" 

"You're not leaving." 

Viktor inhaled shakily as he opened his eyes. His hand was already loosely cupped over his throat. He could still feel those hands. He could still see those eyes. Pained. Desperate. In disbelief. Viktor suddenly pulled in a shaky, wheezing breaths and tipped his head back against the beanbag, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to pull in air. That voice had been so cold towards him. Not even their first altercation had sounded like that. Jayce had been livid. Jayce had been desperate. He had... Viktor drew his fingers over his throat. He had left his neck purple. It was the only time Jayce had willingly let him run away. He'd looked so horrified. Viktor's breathing was slowing, though it was still wheezy.

Viktor could hear soft, muffled snoring nearby and he turned his head to look over at Jinx, who was curled up in her own beanbag, her head in her arms. Viktor raised his head to the ceiling, but there were no fissures here. No stars. No moon. His chest. He glanced over at Jinx and a weak smile tugged at his lips. Gods, she was going to be so mad at him. He slowly pushed himself to his feet. He did find a pen and paper to write an apology on. Here he was again. Going back. He left the note and the pen on the beanbag before turning and moving away. The lanterns were dimmer the further he got from the center and he stared up at crevice. This was going to hurt. He reached down, tapping the brace and activating the lights on it with another hum. Getting into the crevice on his own was the most physically-tasking thing he'd probably done in his whole life. 

He almost fell twice and had to sit down before trying again at least once. Finally, finally, he managed to heave himself up. Now came the... the other hard part. He stared into the crevice quietly before hesitantly sliding his hand forward along the wall. Hated it. He hated it. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut and turned his body sideways, starting to inch his way between the narrow walls. This was awful. It was actually terrible. Quite possibly the worst thing he'd ever experienced. This very much wasn't true, but it sure felt like it in that moment. He continued to push forward, though it felt like it was taking eons. With how slow he was moving, it probably was. It did genuinely feel like it took him ages to emerge on the other side. Once he did, he tapped his brace again, allowing the light to fade. 

Even though it was still dark, he didn't want to bring attention to the entrance. Not if anyone was watching. He started to slow down as he moved towards the entrance. His arms were crossed tightly over his body and his blood went cold. He could hear voices. And he recognized them. "You're sure you saw him over here?" That was the pink-haired one from earlier. What had Caitlyn called her? Vi? Caitlyn's voice soon followed, though hers was much more hushed. She replied that she was certain and Viktor was completely frozen. An Enforcer this close to Jinx was dangerous. He glanced back at the crevice. He couldn't let Jinx get caught. He couldn't. He glanced towards the front before looking down. He purposely kicked some rocks, clattering soon following. The voices hushed and he moved forward. 

The moment he moved out of the cavern, he was grabbed again and he squeezed his eyes shut as he was slammed against the wall. "You again?" Caitlyn sounded startled. Viktor could barely see her and Vi in the glow of the distant lights from the city. Vi let him go and moved back, her brow furrowed. Viktor rubbed his shoulder, casting a glance over at Vi, who gave an apologetic gesture. 

Viktor gave a weak scoff. "You sound so disappointed." He said, giving a quiet sigh. Caitlyn paused, staring at him. Viktor was more than aware of how terrible he must've looked. Bags under his eyes. A sunken face. Pale as a ghost. 

"...Your name is Viktor, right? You do understand you don't have to live like this, right? If you just come with me, I can get you back to Piltover." Caitlyn said, her eyes scanning over him in slight frustration and worry. He knew. He knew he had all these chances. He had every chance and every opportunity to return to the life he'd left nearly a decade ago, but... Something moved behind them and Viktor's eyes snapped to it. He instantly pressed himself back against the wall a little more. Caitlyn didn't seem to understand, but Vi instantly turned, assuming a fighting stance. 

"Sprout?" Jayce's voice was quiet and the emotions Viktor saw fly through Caitlyn's eyes momentarily startled him. She instantly turned and seemed to freeze. Jayce managed a weak smile. "Hey..." 

"Jayce!" Caitlyn was over to him in a moment, making him stumble with how hard she hugged him. "J-Jayce!" Jayce stared down at her before hugging back, pressing his cheek against her head and closing his eyes. Viktor hadn't moved. Vi slowly lowered her fists before backing up next to Viktor and leaning over. 

"...Is he safe?" She asked in a quiet voice. Viktor replied that he didn't know, his voice slightly strained. He was worried about something a little different. How was Jayce here? Had he been following Caitlyn and Vi or had he already been lurking around the area, looking for Viktor? Vi scanned him over and furrowed her brow, not seeming to like the look he was giving. "Do you think she'll be safe?" 

"Gods, I hope so." Viktor whispered instantly, though he hadn't moved from where he was pressed against the wall. Jayce's eyes had opened, fixing on him. Viktor's fingers immediately curled. He could feel Jayce's eyes moving over him before his gaze moved back down to Caitlyn, softening as she held his sleeves. 

"You have to come back! We can hold trial and I can prove you innocent!" Caitlyn was insisting. Jayce stared at her before glancing to the side and asking how. "Because I know you! You wouldn't do what they're accusing you of! I know you probably stole all your equipment back and I know I can't defend you on that, but those other things... They can't be true and they aren't!" Jayce stared at her before glancing up at Viktor. Viktor met his gaze before glancing off to the side as well. 

"...She's too optimistic, isn't she?" Vi muttered next to Viktor. Viktor didn't say anything, but she seemed to understand the look he gave her. She had her arms crossed and her bandaged hands instantly tightened on her arms as she moved forwards a little towards the both of them. 

"Cait." Jayce finally interrupted her desperate rambling and she paused, staring up at him. Jayce gave a small sigh, looking her over. "I can't go back up there. I'm sorry." Caitlyn seemed distressed by this as she asked why. She gestured to Viktor, who froze as she said that she could get both of them back to Piltover. That she didn't understand why they were still down here. Jayce stared at her. "Listen... people do... some pretty terrible things when they feel like they've been backed into a corner and, uh..." His shoulders sank. "I'm no different, sprout." Caitlyn stared at him before slowly drawing her hands back. She stated that he didn't. "Cait." He took a step forward and she took a step back. "Cait, I didn't do it for fun. I-I did it because I felt I had no choice." 

"And him? Was that true too? You kidnapped him?" Caitlyn gestured back to Viktor, who froze up as he was directly mentioned. Jayce glanced up at Viktor and he finally averted his eyes. Caitlyn turned to Viktor, seeming distressed. "You were kidnapped. You didn't go willingly?" Her voice was shaking and Viktor felt bad, but he nodded. "Oh gods..." Caitlyn raised a hand to her forehead. "Jayce." She sounded strained and Jayce shrank back a little. "I've been fighting for your innocence for years. And you're telling me you actually did it??" Jayce didn't seem to know how to reply. Caitlyn turned away, her hand still on her head and the other on her hip. Jayce reached out to her and Caitlyn held up her hand, stopping him. Her eyes landed on his. "What happened to your fingers?" Jayce's grey fingers were on full display and he hesitated before pulling his hand back. Caitlyn stared at him. "What happened to you??"

Jayce started to respond before they all flinched as several powerful lights swept over them. "Freeze! All of you!" A voice barked. Viktor did freeze up, but not from the command. His entire skeleton felt like it was going to lock up. His breathing had become stuttered and he glanced over. A group of Enforcers were up on the ridge. They weren't close enough to determine if any of them were affiliated with Silco. The lead Enforcer made his way down before stopping in front of Caitlyn. "Miss Kiramman, your mother is looking for you."  Caitlyn let out a weak sigh through her nose. The Enforcer soon moved his flashlight, scanning over Viktor first before moving to Vi and finally landing on Jayce. "...You have quite a bunch with you. Two wanted criminals and a captive?" Two? Viktor blinked before glancing over at Vi. 

Vi seemed to catch his gaze before giving a small shrug, paired with a nod. Her face practically screamed the word 'oops.' Viktor inched backwards as the lead Enforcer beckoned another one to approach him. "Sir, we promise you’re safe." The Enforcer seemed to be trying to assure Viktor as she approached, her hand gently raised. Viktor's heart was pounding and he curled his hand into the fabric over his chest. The Enforcer seemed dismayed by this. "We can get you out of here." Out of here?? Out of here? Viktor felt like he was going to throw up again. "S-Sir, please." The Enforcer softened her voice more. Viktor felt his back hit the rock wall and he started to shakily slide down it. The Enforcer seemed shocked by this. "We're not going to hurt you. Please stand up." 

Viktor could just barely hear Jayce give an apology to Caitlyn before there was a crackling noise. Viktor flinched, squeezing his eyes shut as Jayce appeared next to him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to his feet before that crackling noise sounded again. It was quiet now. The floor had become wood instead of stone. Viktor kept his eyes squeezed shut and he was struggling to breathe again. He felt Jayce instantly let go of him and move backwards. "Breathe! Deep breaths! In and out!" Jayce exclaimed, his voice strained and worried. Viktor tried to concentrate. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw in the darkness was the unnaturally bright glow of Jayce's Rune. It only happened when he used large amounts of energy. He couldn't tell where they were and it panicked him. "H-Hold on, here." Jayce was heard moving something switched on. The ceiling slowly lit up and Viktor stared around.

They were back at the house. Right in the main room. Just the very sight of it made Viktor calm a little and his breathing grew a little quieter. His hand slightly loosened from the fabric in front of his chest. "I-I'm sorry I grabbed you, I just... I had to get us out of there." Jayce paused as Viktor weakly held up a hand, barely managing to whisper that it was fine. A captive. He was a captive. He didn't know why it had shaken him so much to hear it out loud. He'd just... He'd almost forgotten. He paused and glanced up at Jayce. This was the most visibly shaken he'd seen Jayce. He had his hand on his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut. His lips were parted and his own breathing was shaky. Viktor watched as Jayce turned away, quickly heading into the bedroom before shutting the door with a soft click. 

Viktor glanced to the side. He quickly grabbed a chair with his shaking hands before bringing it over to the window. He sat down and lifted the drape shakily, hiding himself beneath it before leaning against the glass, staring out towards the water cavern. There. There, he could finally see it. The moonlight was filtering in through the fissure above. Viktor's heart was still pounding, but it was calming down a little. He finally felt the corners of his eyes burning and he squeezed them shut, allowing the trickle of tears to start. He exhaled shakily, his breath fogging up the glass. He reached down, pulling his braced leg up to his chest before the other leg followed and he hugged them against himself, opening his eyes and continuing to stare out at the moonlight to calm himself.

His eyes finally drifted over to stare at the drape where the bedroom door would've been. Usually, he didn't have a chance in the world of telling if Jayce's feelings were genuine or pretend. He could tell this time. It must've been real guilt this time. That had been his younger sister. Probably even someone who'd looked up to him. Viktor felt bad she'd even had to find out like that. She'd seemed distraught and Viktor understood. The way she'd so firmly believed he wouldn't hurt anyone. That he wouldn't kidnap someone. Viktor's eyes lowered to the ground. Right. It had been nearly a decade, but he had to remind himself constantly that he was still kidnapped. Just... why hadn't he done anything about it? Why did he keep coming back? The Enforcers hadn't been trying to hurt him. When that one had stretched out her hand, why had Viktor panicked so hard? He slid his hand into his hair before curling it up. What was wrong with him? 

Viktor scrunched up a little more, his hand sliding up to his throat. Was he scared of what Jayce would do if he tried to leave him a second time? Surely he wouldn't... Viktor furrowed his brow. Would Jayce try to kill him twice? For the same offense? Or would he actually let him go? He knew Jayce was capable of genuine guilt, though it was few and far between. This was only the second time he'd seen it, the first being... Viktor's hand remained on his neck. It really did take something drastic to pull that feeling out of him, didn't it? Viktor reached up with his other arm, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He let out a weak sigh. He really wanted to go outside and sit under the moonlight, but he knew it was stupid to do so with that close of an encounter with Enforcers. Instead, Viktor remained sitting on the chair, his legs tucked against his chest. 

He finally let go of his throat and he let out a disappointed sigh as he drew his hand over the brace. Good gods, it was scratched all to hell. Still functioning, but scraped up all over. His fingers were shaking. He hoped Jinx would stay hidden and safe. They'd all been right outside the entrance to the mine. Viktor's hand moved and he stretched it up to the bun that was now halfway undone from his head. He carefully slipped his fingers into the hair tie before tugging it out of his hair. His hair fell around his face, Viktor tucking it behind his ears. He let the hair tie fall to the floor, staring at it for a few moments before his gaze moved back out the window to fix on that patch of moonlight again. He paused and raised a hand to his arm, where Jayce had grabbed him. It felt tender and when he gave it an experimental turn, his bicep ached. Jayce had definitely bruised him again. He must've been truly panicked. 

Viktor's breathing and heartbeat had slowed back down. He was finally able to shut his mouth to quietly breathe through his nose. His mind started to drift elsewhere and he turned his head to stare at the other side of the drape, where the tables would be. If he brought Jayce's journal to Jinx, would they really be able to figure out how to build the Hexcore? Viktor's arms tightened around his legs. Would it save him? The description of the Hexcore meant it was tied closer to the Arcane than any normal civilian would want to be. Could he really handle it? An itch started in his throat again, though he could only let out weaker coughs. He would have to handle it. He was going to die. And he didn't want to die like this. Not from wasting away into nothing. His body gave a small tremble. He couldn't be nothing. 

Just the thought was making his hands shake again. Maybe... Maybe he should've tried to go back up to Piltover. He knew he still could. He could walk up to any group of Enforcers. As Skye had said, Heimerdinger had fought for him. He would be relieved to see him again. His fingers lightly traced over his leg brace again, though he weakly crinkled his nose at the feeling of the scratches. Surely there was a better way into that cavern. He closed his eyes once again. Even ruling out Jayce as a problem, there was still another one. He was still employed under Silco. Would he allow Viktor back to Piltover? Viktor really wasn't sure. He rested his head against his knees. He really was in a mess. He'd been given so many opportunities to get out of it too, but he just couldn't seem to take them. Why??

Viktor had never been more frustrated with himself than in that moment. Why? Why, why, why did he keep coming back?? Why did he always feel like he had to come back? Viktor's hands slid up into his hair, gripping it again. Why couldn't he escape this?? He felt like a caged bird, but the door was open. The door was open, but he just wouldn't leave. Why? Viktor felt tears run down his face again. He reached up and wiped his eyes again. It was just so hard to leave. It was just easier to... He hesitated before slipping his braced leg off the chair, the other soon following. He stood up and moved out from under the drape, though he left the chair there. He hugged himself quietly, staring at the door. Here he went again. Going back... Viktor hesitantly took a few steps forward. He was really struggling with himself before he reached out, lightly knocking against the door. 

There was nothing for a moment before the door clicked open. It didn't open all the way and Jayce appeared, seeming like he'd been crying as well. Viktor had never seen him cry. Jayce stared at him. "...Hey." He said quietly. Viktor paused, still hugging himself before he lowered his eyes and glanced to the side. 

"Hey." He managed in response. He glanced up at him. "...It's... more of an expression of concern than it is a real question, but... are you alright?" Viktor wouldn't look him in the eyes. "I... assume that was the first time you've seen her in the last several years." Jayce replied that it was and she'd grown up. He leaned against the doorway, saying that he'd figured she would become an Enforcer, even if her mother hadn't wanted that for her. "Her mother is... Counciler Kiramman? I didn't know you were... with them." Viktor felt awkward trying to have a normal conversation. Jayce replied that he'd lived with them for a little bit. Viktor gave a small nod, plunging them into another uncomfortable silence. His fingers picked at his sleeves. "You... didn't answer my first question, even if it... wasn't really a question." 

Jayce stared at him before giving a weak sigh, a smile tugging at his lips. "Well, uh, I'm as alright as I can be with my little sister now thinking I'm a... a psychopath." He trailed off. Viktor did have a suppress a look. He was still conflicted on if Jayce realized how messed up he was or not. He clearly acknowledged it, but Viktor wasn't sure if it was to the proper extent. "And she's... apparently running around with a wanted criminal." He did sound worried about that. "They said Cassandra was looking for her too." It took Viktor a moment to process that that was probably Counciler Kiramman. Of course Jayce would've known them all by first name. Viktor watched him. It wasn't rare that he saw Jayce nervous, but this was still one of the only times he could tell it was genuine. It was like seeing an animal suddenly display a new behavior. 

"...Do you need anything? I am not... able to cook right now, but I could cut up fruit." Viktor said, giving a small shrug. Jayce stared at him. He could see that creeping giddy look in his eyes and Viktor knew why. This was the closest conversation they'd had in a while. A simple, emotional conversation. One that Viktor had even initiated himself. Jayce let out a small breathy chuckle, sounding like he was a little in disbelief before replying that some fruit would be nice. He added that he would only take it if Viktor felt up to it. "I can do it." Viktor turned away, starting to roll up his sleeves. He made his way towards the kitchen area and stopped as he heard the door shut. Jayce had come out of the bedroom, though he was staring at the chair next to the window. 

"You want to go outside." He said, glancing over at Viktor. Viktor nodded before saying that he knew he couldn't. Not right now. He pulled some fruit from the cabinet before bringing it over to the counter and placing it on the exposed wooden section that Jayce often used as a makeshift cutting board. He pulled out a knife from one of the drawers before starting on the first fruit. The sound of the slices were uneven and hesitant, but Viktor was managing. He paused as he heard shuffling. Jayce had come up to watch, though he was making a face that Viktor couldn't help but scoff at in weak amusement. He raised a brow before asking if the way he was slicing the fruit bothered Jayce. Jayce paused, his eyes flitting up to his for a second before moving away. "...No." Viktor hummed in acknowledgement before continuing to cut the fruit. "...Are you doing it like that on purpose??" Jayce seemed like he was trying to understand. 

"Not everyone can be as gifted at cutting fruit as you." Viktor replied, raising a brow at him. Jayce had his hands pressed together in front of his mouth as he watched him before starting to say he could do it. "No, I said I would cut it." It was silent for another few moments besides his chopping and he stopped as Jayce's hand crept into his view. He paused, glancing up at him.

"...Please just let me do it." Jayce finally said, a tone of quiet exasperation in his voice. A smile tugged at Viktor's lips before he let out a small, weak chuckle. "Viktor, please. I'm begging you." Viktor tipped his head, saying he wasn't sure he wanted to. "Pleeeease." Viktor finally gave a real smile, laughing a tiny bit. The sound relieved so much pressure in his chest that it wasn't even funny. It felt so nice to laugh. After the stress of the Enforcer encounter, along with just being near Jayce at first, this felt nice. For once, he was enjoying the company. He paused at the surprised, yet secretly overjoyed look in Jayce's eyes. A look of awe was on his face and Viktor turned his head away. 

"I think I'll continue cutting." He replied, another smile escaping at Jayce's loud, dramatic groan. "You don't have to watch." Jayce had leaned down, his elbows against the counter and his hands pressed together in front of his mouth again. The incredibly pained and displeased look on his face almost made Viktor laugh again, but he suppressed it. His eyes drifted back to the fruit in front of him. He could only wish it felt this light all the time. He didn't feel threatened. Gods, it was so nice not feeling threatened. He wished Jayce could be like this all the time. 

"Can I please-" Jayce groaned and moved away as Viktor finally felt comfortable enough to reply so confidently, a smile on his lips. 

"No." 

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That feeling of normalcy and playfulness was gone when morning came. Viktor blinked open his eyes. He could only hear a soft scuffing noise and he furrowed his brow, rolling over in the bed. Jayce was over by the tables, his brow furrowed as he tried to buff out the scratches on Viktor's brace. He was clearly annoyed by them and Viktor scrunched up his shoulders a little, freezing up as Jayce spoke. "What were you two doing that your brace ended up like this??" He sounded stern, casting a look over at him. "What if the Hex Crystal fragments had fractured?? You'd have no leg at all!" His hair was pulled back out of his face. He... genuinely looked upset. Viktor hesitated before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was still hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him. 

"A lot of climbing and squeezing through... small spaces." Viktor said, glancing up at him before his eyes fell back to his lap. He noticed Jayce pause at the second thing, but he didn't speak. Viktor wondered if Jayce had noticed Viktor's avoidance of small, enclosed areas. After all, he always seemed to notice every other thing about him. He stared straight ahead, feeling like he was unable to move his eyes. Something wet started running down his face and he parted his lips to weakly pull in breath. A metallic taste trickled into his mouth momentarily. He felt paralyzed, like he couldn't move. His hands could only remain tightly clasped in front of him. He finally took in a small shaking breath and visibly flinched as he heard the scuffing stop abruptly. 

"Viktor!" Jayce made his way over, holding out a large cloth fragment. Viktor was finally spurred to action, feeling like he had to wrench his fingers apart to even move his hands. He shakily took the cloth and tipped his head down into it. He could taste his own blood and he furrowed his brow. He couldn't tell if it was heavier or not. He still couldn't really move his eyes, staring straight ahead. His eyes remained unfocused, leaving the environment slightly off-kilter and blurry. He was... He was breathing fine, just... Viktor felt ill. A new nauseous feeling had crept up into his body, his free hand suddenly digging into the blanket beneath him. Viktor's shoulders sank and he finally spoke. 

"What are we waiting for, Jayce? What else do you need?" His voice was shaky and he saw Jayce pause out of the corner of his eye. "You said it would be done any day. You said you knew how to build it. You said it could save me." He watched as Jayce's silhouette moved back a little. "I don't think I have much longer to wait." Viktor finally, finally managed to move his eyes, trailing over to Jayce. "I don't want to die like this." All of his fear and desperation were poured into that one sentence. Jayce's expression had been dangerous and unreadable at first, but the moment Viktor had managed to deliver that line, he instantly seemed to shrink back into his kicked-puppy look. He didn't seem to know how to respond for a moment before managing to say he'd almost figured it out. The words cut into Viktor like thorns and he tried not to let it show as he lowered his head back down. "Y-Yet you can figure out all this technology for braces?? For canes and crutches??" The shake in Viktor's voice became worse. 

Jayce started to say his name, but Viktor wasn't having it, tears of frustration finally bubbling up into his eyes. And he'd actually been enjoying Jayce's company last night?? What the hell was wrong with him? "If it's not going to cure me, then just say it, Jayce. Stop lying to me." He inhaled shakily before suddenly bursting out in a much louder tone that made his throat burn as he turned to Jayce, who'd tried to speak again. "STOP LYING TO ME!!" He'd dropped the cloth and he could feel the blood staining his face. "LOOK AT ME, JAYCE. I AM DYING!!" Jayce shrank back from him, his eyes wide. Viktor's whole body was shaking just from the effort of yelling and he moved so he could sit on the edge of the bed, both hands gripping the mattress on either side of him. "If you're not going to do anything useful, take that stupid Rune and finish me off!" Viktor wrenched one of his hands from the mattress in order to tightly grip his hair again. 

His breathing was heavy and shaky. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand this. His whole body was burning and he could only feel fire in his throat. Jayce started to say his name again and Viktor's teary eyes snapped to him. "I-I should've just let you kill me. I should've just let you turn my bones to dust right there in Heimerdinger's lab." He struggled to inhale for a moment. Jayce reached out to him, saying that he could still help him, only for Viktor to smack his hand away, panting. He glared at him. "Death would be kinder than this." He was tired. He was tired and he was in pain. All the time. All the time. He just wanted it to stop. He'd been holding out all this time and for what? An empty promise? He felt like he'd been played like a violin and his last string had just snapped. 

In an instant, almost all the anger dissolved from his body and Viktor's shoulders sank. He inhaled shakily and lowered his head. Fresh tears sprung down his face and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stifle his frustrated sobs. It took a lot to get him to this point. He would've rather taken a bullet than allow anyone to hear him break down in a fit like this. To hear him vocalize his emotions so loudly. He just couldn't help it. He saw something reach towards him again and his own hand shot up, grabbing Jayce's wrist and pulling his hand forward so it was slotted around his neck. Just like it had been before. Jayce instantly yanked his hand back. Viktor had never seen him look so shocked. So pale. So distressed. Good. Good. Was it finally getting through?? "If nothing else is to be done, then kill me." His throat hurt so much and more tears spilled down his face. 

Viktor's hands pulled from his hair and he shakily guided his knees up to his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on breathing. Had it been so much to dream...? Had it been too much to ask? Had it all been too good to be true? "Good gods..." Viktor managed weakly. His hair felt like a mess now. He felt disheveled and disgusting, the blood staining everything from his lips to his collarbone, having dried all the way down his neck. He finally hid his face in his hand once more. "Why can't I let you go?" His tone was strained and shaky. "I wish I could just leave you." Jayce hadn't said a word nearly the whole time. His expression was unreadable again. Physically, he looked shaken. His breath was short and his fingers were trembling. 

Viktor startled as Jayce suddenly turned away. He moved over to the door, opening it before heading outside and shutting it behind him. Viktor was left alone in the empty house. He was speechless for a moment before turning to the table where his brace was. Jayce had left it over there. Viktor glanced around, wiping his eyes  with his sleeve as he tried to see if there was something nearby that he could use to support himself. No, there wasn't. He didn't understand. Was Jayce angry? Or was he just running away? Why hadn't he said anything?? Why had there been no recognizable look in those eyes? Why had it felt like Viktor had been talking to a stranger? He paused. Because wasn't that what Jayce was to him? A stranger. Anything he knew about him. Anything he'd learned. All of it could've been orchestrated. Carefully planned and performed. He probably still didn't know Jayce at all. 

But Jayce had watched him. Studied him. While he was sleeping. While he was bathing. He had followed him. He was so ever present that Viktor almost had an acute sense of whenever he was nearby. And right now, there was nothing. Jayce had really left him here with no way to safely walk. The twinge of guilt Viktor felt only set to enrage him and he shoved it back down with absolute furiousness and disbelief. Why did he feel bad?? He'd been kidnapped. He'd been manipulated and traumatized. And the person who did it to him deserved every horrible thing that Viktor could wish upon him. So... why didn't he... wish... anything upon him...? Viktor's breathing was speeding up again and he raised his hands to his head. He wasn't one for being loud. He knew he wasn't going to be able to speak properly for a good while after this, but... He opened his mouth and screamed. He put every ounce of frustration and pain into it. He squeezed his eyes shut, his throat burning so badly, he could hardly stand it. It finally went silent. 

Every breath he took now was wheezy. Every single one ending in that slow rattle. A death rattle. Viktor had never felt more alone than in that moment. He nearly choked on his own breathing as he tried to compose himself. A few more tears ran down his face. His legs slipped down to hang off the bed again. He felt like a corpse. All of a sudden, the door clicked open again and Viktor startled. He could only stare for a moment as Jinx poked her head in. She scanned over the house with a crinkled nose. "Y'know, I woulda thought he'd lock it. I was prepared to have to blow the lock off." She opened the door all the way, slipping the gun into the holster on her belt. She paused as she saw him. The door shut behind her as she came in, approaching Viktor. Her braids dragged along the floor. "Stringbean..." She sounded absolutely dismayed, her voice cracking a little. 

Viktor could only wonder how awful he looked before shaking his head as she reached out. His voice was barely anything at all as he told her she had to leave. He assumed she'd followed them back here at some point, but hadn't been able to enter the house until now. "I'm not going anywhere without you." She turned, starting to look around before pausing as she saw the table. "Is this all his crap?" Viktor's hands tightened on the bed as she moved over to it before starting to lightly run her fingers over everything. She seemed fascinated by the Hex Crystals, her eyes wide as she picked up one of the containers. She finally reached out again and turned to Viktor, holding up Jayce's journal. "This was what we needed, right?" Viktor stared at her. His eyes fell to the floor. 

Jinx hummed to herself. "You wanna get out of here?" The way she spoke was so nonchalant, like this wasn't going to be the most stressful decision of Viktor's life. He glanced up. Jinx paused before opening the journal and flipping through it. "This thing, right?" She tapped the pages about the Hexcore with her nail. Viktor gave a small nod before flinching as he heard her rip the pages out. She set the journal back down before scooping up some of the stabilized Hex Crystals, slipping them into a pouch on her belt. She paused as she noticed his brace. "He just left you stranded on the bed??" Jinx scooped the brace up before bringing it over to him. Viktor was silent as Jinx helped him slip the brace on. She pulled back and reached out to his face, still seeming in disdain. Viktor knew he had dried blood coating his lips and chin. "...Once we get back, you can take a bath." 

Viktor glanced up at her before whispering that he really, really did not think he could handle going through that crevice. "We're not going that way. The mine entrance is swarming with Enforcers." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Apparently some rogue Enforcer was down here looking for information on Silco. She got away though." Jinx said, humming. She crossed her arms. Viktor knew that his face must've shown that he already knew about that and perhaps even more than she did. "...Oh, Stringbean. Always in a mess." Jinx offered her hands, making small beckoning motions with them. Viktor hesitated before reaching out and allowing Jinx to pull him to his feet. "Did he hurt you?" Viktor shook his head and Jinx sighed. "Let's get the hell outta here." 

Viktor didn't even turn to look back as Jinx led him from the house. He was so defeated that he was prepared to never see the moonlight again. "Jinx." He spoke softly and she turned to him. "No matter how much I fight you... don't let me try to go back tonight." He managed in a quiet voice. Jinx looked him over before giving a small sigh and asking if he was sure. "I'm sure." Viktor was following her up towards the water cavern before turning into the tunnel leading up towards the cliff of Piltover. However, Jinx continued forward, the tunnel they entered starting to dip downwards again. Viktor was silent for most of the trip before stopping in front of a hole in the wall with Jinx. He raised a brow at her. 

"We'll be sliding. I haven't used this way in a while, so I'll go first to clear most of the dust off. I'll call up to you!" Before he could respond, all he saw were the ends of Jinx's braids disappearing into the hole. After a few minutes, a rather loud sneeze came echoing faintly back up. A weak smile tugged at Viktor's lips. Jinx finally called up to him and Viktor hesitantly knelt next to the hole. He slipped his legs in first before squeezing his eyes shut and pushing himself off. In a moment, he was sliding down, though the brace was making quite an ugly noise. He had to slightly lift his leg so it wouldn't slow his descent. After what felt like several minutes of darkness, Viktor was spat out onto something soft... and very dusty. He sat up, letting out his own barrage of sneezes into his arm. He pulled back his sleeve and his shoulders sank at the red staining along the fabric. He felt bruised from the slide down.

He already found himself looking back up the tunnel. His hand had raised to his other arm, tightly holding the fabric of his shirt. "Don't start thinking about it already." Jinx suddenly climbed up on the large pile of pillows, standing in front of the tunnel. She made a shooing motion and Viktor hesitantly climbed off the pile. "I have to save all of my energy for dealing with you tonight." Even though it sounded like she was joking, they both knew she wasn't. Viktor hated to admit it, but he was going to freak out. He was going to crash and he was going crash hard. "Bath first! I collect clothes down here so I have to have something that'll fit you. Use the towel that's down there. Go! Shoo!" She gestured towards the center of the base, where Viktor could see a staircase leading down. This place had water as well? He started down the stairs, taking note of the pipes making up the railings. 

The stairs emptied onto a much smaller floor and he stared down, able to see the large, spinning blades of a fan beneath them. He turned and opened the door in the center of the small platform. Sure enough, there was a bathtub, a sink, and mirror. Viktor shut the door behind him as the lights flickered on. He didn't like that very much, but it wasn't his place to complain. He carefully started to strip himself down before staring at himself in the mirror. There was a dark bruise on his arm and the dried blood on his face really didn't make him look any better. The puffy eyes and messy hair weren't helping either. Small bruises all over from the slide. He reached behind him, locating that area that Jayce had pressed to release the brace from his body. All of the magnets seemed to disconnect and it dropped to the floor with a loud clatter. Viktor could only stare down at it. He squeezed his eyes shut and raised his hand to the back of his neck again. He swore he could feel his lips again. Why had he done that? 

It was a question Viktor had been pondering for hours on end after it had happened, but this time, he was more defeated than confused. Just another way to manipulate him? Another lie? He slid his hand up into his hair again, inhaling shakily. He started the water in the tub and sat on the edge, carefully undoing his leg brace. All of his lower clothing garments went next. He slid himself down into the tub, staring at the water quietly. He turned it off once it was at an acceptable height. The hardest part was cleaning the blood from his face. Even if it was gone, he still didn't feel clean. It didn't feel gone. It took him a while before he left the bath, using the towel left on a holder nearby. He dried himself off carefully before wrapping it around his waist and sitting on the edge of the tub, staring down at the floor. 

Did Jayce know he was gone yet?? Had he even come back to the house? Viktor's chest was shaking from his heartbeat again. Would he care? Would Jayce care? Would he try to come find him?? Was he going to hurt someone?? Viktor jumped as he heard knocking, Jinx calling out that there were clothes outside. Viktor waited a minute or so before using the wall to guide himself to the door. He opened it, pulling the clothes inside. Good gods, they were wrinkly as all hell. It seemed to be a red shirt with a flared collar. With how deep the neckline went, it was likely his brace would show. It was paired with some black skinny pants. This didn't look like anything that would fix Jinx, nor would she wear it. Where had she gotten it?? There were undergarments as well. Viktor dressed his lower half first so he could put his leg brace on. He pushed himself to his feet and leaned down, picking up the body brace. 

Putting it back on without having someone to help him proved extremely difficult. He did somehow manage and he had to twist it a little in order for it to fit right. The shirt was last, the sleeves only reaching his elbows. Viktor sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. A bit of his brace was showing. He reached up, tucking some of his wet hair behind his ear. He scooped up his own clothes before leaving the bathroom. He climbed the stairs back up onto the main platform before jumping as Jinx clapped her hands excitedly. "Aaa, you look so good! I knew they'd fit!" She sounded proud of herself. Viktor wasn't sure he agreed, though he thanked her quietly. He asked where she'd gotten these and he froze as she spoke. "They're Silco's old clothes! He didn't want them anymore." 

Good gods, he was wearing Silco's clothes?? Viktor must've looked panicked because Jinx rolled her eyes and repeated that Silco hadn't wanted them anymore. Viktor was still uncertain. His gaze moved over towards the tunnel he'd come down again. Had Jayce noticed yet? Was he back? Was he already looking for him? He startled as Jinx snapped her fingers in front of his face, getting his attention. "Stop thinking about him. He isn't worth the brainpower." She told him. Viktor stared at her before his gaze moved to the floor. He trembled as Jinx moved forward, hugging him. It took him a moment, but he did hug her back. He spoke in his hoarse whisper, begging her to not let him leave. "I won't. I'll keep you here." 

"I'm sorry... for anything I might do or say in my panic." Viktor managed in a shaky tone. Jinx replied that she knew. Viktor was already trembling. He was going to fold. He was going to fold and Jinx would have to deal with it. 

She pulled back before giving a smile. "Chin up, Stringbean! Let's get you some sweetmilk and a blanket." 

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He had to go back. He had to go back. He had to go back. Viktor felt sick to his stomach and his heart was rattling his ribcage again. What if Jayce had come back to an empty house?? Was he worried? Was he looking?? What if he hurt someone else?? His hands shook in front of him. His wrists were scratched up, being bound by a rope that led behind him to wrap around a large pole. He'd insisted on it. Jinx was sat nearby, her back against the railing and he elbows resting on her knees. She had one of her guns loosely in her fingers. Viktor's leg brace was sat beside her. Viktor hadn't dared say a word yet, but he opened his mouth. "J-Jinx-" 

"I can't, Stringbean. You said." Jinx sounded a little pained as she interrupted him. Viktor's hands twitched and he pulled at the rope. He had to get back. What if Jayce already knew where he was?? What if he hurt Jinx?? What if he killed her? The thought panicked Viktor, causing him to yank at the ropes. It was scuffing up his wrists and hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm himself. There was such little chance that Jayce would even find this place. Little chance, but not impossible. The thought made him let out a shaky breath. They'd stolen part of his research. They'd stolen part of his research. Good gods, he'd turned people to dust just for being near it before. Tears finally erupted down his face and Viktor quickly reached up, wiping them away. His throat felt so dry and he reached over to the bottle next to him. It was admittedly hard to do anything with both of his hands bound in front of him, but he was managing. He took a large sip of sweetmilk, it soothing his throat, but not his pounding heart. 

"H-Have you looked at th-the pages?" Viktor managed to ask. Jinx paused, staring at him. It clicked and she instantly lit up, seeming more than willing to help distract him with an actual conversation. 

"Yeah! Yeah, the thing we're missing is a body. And not a human one. Just something for the magic to attach to. Wrap around and hold." Jinx set down her gun before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the folded pieces of paper. "Big Brain out there probably thinks he has to build some big fancy contraption for it, but really...?" Jinx laid out the papers before glancing up at Viktor. "We could attach it to whatever. We can even choose how big it is." They could? Was she serious? Viktor started to reach out to the pages and Jinx started to push them over. The second he saw Jayce's handwriting though, panic suddenly flooded his entire body and he flinched backwards, burying his head in his hand. They'd stolen from him. They'd stolen from Jayce. His research. His research. He'd killed so many people because of it. 

Jinx had instantly pulled the pages back to herself, staring at him in dismay. Viktor pushed himself back against the wall at the center of the base. He kept his face buried in his hands, trying to control his breathing again. If he went back now, would Jayce try to hurt him again?? Or would he try to apologize to him? Viktor didn't know. Gods, he didn't know. He didn't know how Jayce acted. He could never predict anything. He'd been living with this man for nearly ten years, why couldn't he predict anything?? It hurt and he started to cough, it only getting worse with each dragging breath. He finally stopped and tipped his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. What had Jayce done to him? Why couldn't he ever escape him? He didn't even dare to imagine Jayce's face when he realized Viktor had betrayed him. That's what he'd done, right? That's what this was. Jinx watched him before giving a small wave of her hand to get his attention. She blew her bangs out of her face. 

"...I went to tell Silco what's happening earlier. I hope... that was alright. He wants to see you at The Last Drop tomorrow. I'll go with you." Jinx said, avoiding his gaze. Viktor froze up, lifting his head and staring at her in alarm. Jinx instantly held up her hands. "Not about this Hextech stuff! Just your, uh, your..." She gestured to him vaguely. "Your everything." So Silco knew he was dying now. Silco would surely have him take the Shimmer. Viktor didn't want to. He'd seen what it did to people. He'd watched it happen in real time. He'd been the one to help make it. He scrunched his shoulders up quietly. It would expand his life, but for what? At what cost? He reached up and slid both of his hands into his hair, his foreheads resting against his restraints. "Can I braid your hair?" The question surprised Viktor and he paused, moving his hands down to look at Jinx. She really seemed like she was trying to cheer him up. "I got these little metal pieces all over the place. We can match." She offered, giving a smile as she lifted one of her own braids. 

Viktor's hands moved to the ends of his own hair, which rested on his collarbone. "You... You might only be able to fit one." He finally replied, managing a very weak smile. Jinx responded that was good enough for her. She came over after leaving her gun, her pouch and the pieces of paper where she'd been sitting. Out of Viktor's reach. She hummed and sat crisscross behind him. "You... are truly alright being up all night like this?" Viktor asked in quiet worry. Jinx replied that she'd been fine and he worried too much. She was right. Gods, she was right. He was surprised he hadn't passed away from a heart attack by now. He paused as he felt her fingers move through his hair. "You still remember how I taught you to do it?" 

"Never forgot. How do you think I got these bad boys?" Jinx kicked at one of her braids with her boot. Viktor would often sit with Powder and show her how to braid hair. He'd learned it for Skye, though obviously Jinx's hair was much different. Powder had almost never left his side as a child once that incident had happened. It had been strange trying to get used to a child being around him, but Viktor had grown accustomed to it. He was even a little proud that he'd gotten to watch her grow up, though her relationship with Silco still reminded him far too much of his own with Jayce. At least Jinx seemed happy, though he wasn't sure if it was from her constant exposure to Shimmer. Viktor's breathing was starting to calm down. 

He couldn't look at the papers. He couldn't look at the pouch. He couldn't look at the tunnel they'd slid down to get here. Nothing to remind him of what they'd done. What they'd done. He inhaled shakily and jumped as Jinx nudged him with her foot. "No moving while I'm braiding." She scolded. Viktor apologized, quickly putting his hands in his lap. Jinx finally pulled her hands away, having pulled Viktor's hair into a loose braid down his back. She scooped up a little gold piece from the floor and hummed as she inserted it into the braid. "I could totally fit another one!" Viktor felt her do so before pulling her hands back. "Now we match!" 

"Now we match." Viktor managed to echo in a quiet voice as Jinx sat next to him, blowing her bangs out of her face once more. Viktor reached out, picking up his sweetmilk again before taking another sip. He felt like he was finally winding down and he knew once that adrenaline ran thin, he would be out like a light. His hands were already shaking. He glanced around him. Jinx perked up and started to pull pillows from the massive pile next to her, having Viktor lean forward as she built up a wall behind them. She asked in quiet excitement if he thought he would be able to sleep. Viktor nodded, his eyes falling to the floor. Yes, he... he actually did. He leaned back before glancing over as Jinx leaned against his shoulder. 

"Silco said we can show up whenever tomorrow. He won't be mad. He'll even have extra people nearby in case, uh, y'know..." In case Jayce came to find him. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. People were going to get hurt. Maybe not killed, as he'd made it clear that it was for his research. Even if the definition of tampering seemed vague and broad. But hurting people seemed to be on the table for everyone. Viktor let out a weak breath. He hated walking through The Last Drop. The lights and noise would always give him such a headache. He relaxed a little. Jinx rested against his arm, just like she had when she'd been little. Of course, Viktor had never really been able to protect her, but it was funny how their roles had swapped. She was taking care of him now. Maybe he was old. The beating of his heart was slowing down and he let out a weak sigh before darkness suddenly filled every one of his senses and he went limp against the pillows.

Waking up in the morning had been shocking. For the first time in several years, he'd slept through the entire night somewhere that wasn't the house. He blinked open his eyes. Jinx was gone from his side already, but he'd somewhat expected that. His body felt stiff and he raised a hand to his head. Only... Only one of them? He glanced down in surprise. His hands had been untied and his wrists were bandaged. It seemed like she'd applied medicine to them too. Viktor managed a yawn that quickly turned into coughing. He tried to suppress it, covering his mouth with a hand. He nearly jumped out of his skin as Jinx appeared in front of him, dropping what appeared to be junk in front of him. "Rise and shine! Pick one!" Pick one? Viktor tiredly looked over what she'd dropped. 

It did appear to be just a pile of junk. He reached out before picking through it. An old spring coil. A few nails and screws. What appeared to be a drill bit. He paused as he reached down, pulling up a small gear. These were always all over the house. Jayce was always fiddling with one when he was distracted too. This gear was a little thicker and he hesitantly held it up. "That'll be the size of our Hexcore then!" Jinx said, smiling as she plucked it from his fingers. "Small and manageable." She paused and shrugged. "I mean, probably." Viktor stared at her and she caught his gaze. "No, no, we aren't doing this now. Probably when we get back. We still gotta go see the big boss." She said the title sarcastically, tipping her head to each side with both words. Right. They had to go see Silco. 

"It is the morning still?" Viktor asked quietly, reaching up and rubbing his head. Jinx nodded. Good. That meant The Last Drop wouldn't be nearly as busy. Maybe there would only be a couple people there. The lights and music didn't really kick up until early evening. He glanced behind her. "My brace, please." Jinx leaned backwards, grabbing it with both hands before pulling it over. Viktor crinkled his nose at the slight scraping noise. He managed to slip his foot into it and Jinx still seemed to watch in quiet fascination as it pressurized, closing around his leg. She rocked herself side to side, looking over the brace and Viktor felt a smile tug at his lips. Always so curious. So bright too. If he was able to look past her gun obsession, Heimerdinger would've loved her.

Jinx hopped to her feet, holding out her hands. "C'mooooon!" She whined. Viktor rolled his eyes, taking her hands while simultaneously digging his braced heel into the wall behind him to help him stand. He was very much anxious, only having been in Silco's office a few times. All of them because of Jayce. This would be the first time it wasn't because of him. "We're gonna have to take a long way." Viktor paused before asking how she'd gotten out before. Jinx gestured to the slide tunnel with a shrug as she scooped up some fabric from the ground. 

"You scurried up that?" Viktor asked in surprise. "If you'd slipped, you could've seriously injured yourself!" He paused as Jinx mocked him quietly, with quite a bad rendition of his accent. It was so atrocious, in fact, that a small laugh escaped him. 

"I'm Jinx, I am perfectly capable of climbing that, thank you!" Jinx stated proudly. She was leading them towards a fissure in the wall. It actually looked like a path. This one had torn drapes covering it and dust fell off of them as Jinx pushed them open. She sneezed loudly before gesturing dramatically and giving a bow. "After you, good sir." She stated in a posh accent. Viktor rolled his eyes, though the vague smile hadn't left his lips as he moved through. Jinx had been right. The path was wider but also so much longer. It barely felt like they were heading upwards at all. "I shouldn't have gone behind you." Jinx groaned. Viktor replied that she could just squeeze around him. "Or you could go faster." Viktor shook his leg as he glanced back at her, making the brace rattle. 

"In case you've already forgotten." He replied snarkily. Jinx rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively at him. It took another several minutes, but Viktor finally emerged from a cavern. It looked to be a hidden entrance behind several large rocks. He did have to squeeze past to get out into the open, but he managed. He did recognize this place. They were near the market. Jinx squeezed through next before holding up the fabric she'd been carrying. They were cloaks. Viktor took the shorter one, slipping it on. He wouldn't be nearly as recognizable as... His gaze fell to her braids flatly and Jinx stared at him expectedly. 

"Well?? Help??" She stated indignantly. Viktor let out a dramatic scoff before moving over. He started to gather up her braids and he slowly managed to braid them into another, much larger one. Even when Jinx slipped on the cloak, the tips of the braid still barely poked out. It would have to do. Viktor pulled his hood up, though he was clearly very shaky about walking out in public again. He wasn't anything remarkable, but if there was one person who could spot him a mile away, it was Jayce. His eyes fell to the ground and he jumped as Jinx moved past him, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He managed to keep up, both of them slipping through a nearby alleyway to exit onto the busy street. 

Jinx knew exactly where she was going and there was that same hop in her step as she saw the building she recognized. Viktor glanced up at it uncertainly. The Last Drop was always intimidating to him. He paused as he spotted a familiar face outside the door. Jinx let go of his hand and moved right past her, but Viktor slowed down as Sevika reached out, slightly lifting his hood to get a look at him. Viktor's eyes moved to her arm. Jayce had, indeed, outdone himself with the quality of it. Even Silco had seemed pleased. Jayce, however, had been less than pleased at the cavity he'd had to create to hold the Shimmer Viktor could see bubbling inside. Sevika was already glancing around him, her brow furrowed. "You two really did have a fight, didn't you?" Viktor paused before his shoulders sank and he looked to the side. 

"I... lost my temper. It wasn't much of a fight." He replied. He glanced up as Sevika gave a small scoff, saying she was shocked he hadn't lost it sooner. She turned and Viktor paused as she led him inside. There were still a good amount of people inside, though they just seemed like they were either hungover or recovering. He looked them over before his eyes fell to the floor. He pulled his hood back once he was inside, following along behind the bigger woman. He paused as Sevika spoke again, commenting that this was longest she'd seen them apart from each other. "Don't." Viktor's voice was so shaky that it even seemed to surprise her. She glanced back at him with a furrowed brow. Viktor couldn't handle that pitying look in her eyes. She finally stopped in front of a door and gestured to it. Viktor thanked her silently with a nod before pushing it open and slipping inside. 

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and he crinkled his nose at the smell of cigar smoke. However, when he finally looked up and met Silco's gaze, he was surprised to see the other wasn't smoking at all. He was also surprised to see Singed standing beside the desk. He dipped his head to him and apologized for being absent from the lab for the past few days. "You seem to have a bigger problem at hand, Viktor." Silco commented, his hand under his chin as he leaned back in his chair. Jinx had taken off her hood, sitting up on the edge of Silco's desk. The room was large, but the opaque window behind Silco kept it somewhat illuminated. Viktor froze up. With them all watching him, it really felt like he was being judged in a trial. He slipped the cloak off, holding it over his arm. Silco seemed surprised, tipping his head. "Are those my old clothes?" Viktor instantly paused before glancing up as Jinx spoke proudly, saying he looked good in them. 

Silco scanned him over before it seemed like he was deciding not to comment. Viktor couldn't help himself and another cough started in his throat, him having to raise an arm to stifle it. "I was not aware the Doctor already knew of your condition and didn't say anything." Singed spoke in a firm voice, saying Viktor had rejected all his offers for treatment. And he had. Every one of them had involved Shimmer. "Mm. You're not being given a choice anymore, Viktor. You're one of my best chemists." Silco said, leaning against the desk. "And Jinx seems to quite enjoy your company." Jinx kicked her feet back and forth, smiling. Viktor would never dare to say anything, but with the way Silco spoke, he had a feeling this wasn't because he was one of his best chemists. "I need you alive." 

Viktor's hands tightened a little as he nodded. "Singed has already proposed a treatment. Small doses at a time. Nothing drastic." Silco said, gesturing vaguely with his hand. Was this him trying to be assuring? Viktor wasn't sure. Silco scanned him over before tipping his head. "If you’re worried about your... partner, I wouldn't be. I received report that he went up topside yesterday night. He hasn't returned." The news startled Viktor and he glanced up at him. Jayce had gone back to Piltover? Was he turning himself in? It must've made him visibly anxious because Silco let out a heavy sigh. "Even now, Viktor?" The statement was exasperated and condescending. Viktor's shoulders sank. Yes, even now. Even now, he was worried about him. 

Silco finally gestured to Singed, who unveiled what appeared to be a small gun. It had a Shimmer vial attached to it. He approached Viktor, instructing him on how to use it. Even through Singed's words, he could hear Silco talking to Jinx and her entire body went stiff. Silco gave her a nod and Jinx instantly hopped off the table, rushing past them and out the door. Shed seemed so spooked. Viktor stared after her before jumping as Singed snapped his fingers, stating for him to pay attention. Viktor held the gun in his hands quietly before glancing up as Singed held out a bag. From the clinking inside, it sounded like more vials. He held it quietly, though his face must've been something else all together. "It's for your own good, Viktor." Silco spoke up again, his eyes scanning over him. 

Silco held a dangerous look to his eyes as well. But his was something dark and calculated. It didn't spur a reaction from Viktor quite like Jayce's carnal and predatory eyes. A more wild type of danger. "You wouldn't want to leave her, would you?" The question was soft and Viktor froze up a little, his grip tightening on the gun. "Especially with the day she's about to have." The comment instantly made Viktor look up. He never dared speak out of turn, but he blurted out, asking what was wrong. While it seemed to surprise Silco, it also seemed like he'd expected it. "...Her sister has returned to Zaun." Viktor paused. A sister?? Had Jinx ever mentioned a sister? He... 

Instantly, Vi's face flashed in his mind and his eyes went wide. That's what had been so off. That's why it had seemed so familiar. He'd already met her without even realizing it. Silco seemed to take note of his reaction, but chose not to say anything. "Doctor Singed will apply your first dose here." Here?? Now? Viktor instantly stepped back in alarm as Singed took the gun from him. "Sit down." Viktor couldn't move for a second. "Viktor. Sit down." The second time was much more firm and cold. Viktor did so, his hands gripping the arm of the chair. Singed didn't even give him a moment to protest. 

Viktor flinched as the needle entered his leg and he let out a pained, strangled noise as he felt something be pushed inside. The liquid felt like it was burning up his whole leg and tears sprung to his eyes as he curled his hands into fists. His leg twitched and tingled in the brace. Unfortunately, his chest was starting to get lighter and his breathing was alleviating. He felt better. He felt much better and he could only worry, knowing what would happen when he stopped feeling like this. "Good. You'll be on paid leave for a little to get used to this. I expect you back to work in four days." Silco sounded pleased. Viktor was still shaking as Singed placed the gun back on his lap. 

Viktor managed to push himself to his feet, slipping the gun into the bag as Silco dismissed him. He made his way out of the room, definitely walking much easier and much faster than before. That wasn't good. That really wasn't good. The door shut behind him and he glanced up as Sevika spoke. "People don't usually get that much at once. You must've done pretty well to get it for free." Viktor glanced up at her and Sevika paused. He could see the translucent scarring on her skin from her own Shimmer use. "...If you don't want it, I'll take it." Viktor shook his head, his eyes falling to the floor. 

"It's, uh, it's been... prescribed to me." He finally managed to say. He set down the bag, shakily putting his cloak back on. He picked it up again and started forward once more. He paused as he heard Sevika call out after a moment, asking if he needed her to walk him out. Viktor glanced back at her. "I... I appreciate it, but I think... I think I just need to be left alone right now." His voice strained a little. 

Viktor slowly made his way out of The Last Drop. As he walked, he felt like he was moving on air. It was terrifying how good he felt. His hands tightened on the strap of the bag. Even with his current situation, he couldn't help but think about him. Why had Jayce gone back to Piltover?? Why wasn't he down here? Viktor thought Jayce would've torn up Zaun looking for him. Why hadn't he? Did he know that they'd stolen part of his research? How would he look at Viktor if he found out. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. He really hoped Jinx would return soon. 

This was all becoming too much again. 

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The second dose was just as painful as the first, maybe even more so with Viktor's shaky hands. He'd returned to the hideout and he wasn't sure how long it had been. Maybe around midnight, which was what his gut was telling him. He'd already distracted himself for hours by setting up the stand they would need for the Hexcore, but he wouldn't activate it until Jinx was back. And she hadn't returned yet. He was anxious again. He was worried about her and he was... he was worried about Jayce. He was somewhat relieved that Silco had told him the other had gone Topside. It would be the only piece of information keeping Viktor down here. Keeping him from running right back to the house again. It had kept him from staying there while he'd fetched some things. He cast the injection gun to the side with a clatter, leaning back against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut. He really felt like he was going to be violently sick before the feeling would fade into a vague perfection. 

He'd been right. The withdrawal had felt like it was going to kill him. Bit by bit, his body had started to ache and burn until he was unable to move. Silco had also been right. He didn't want to leave Jinx behind. And what about Jayce? He paused. No, what about Jayce? Why did he... Why did he care?? He didn't. He... Viktor stared at the grated floor. Jayce would be so disappointed to find Viktor taking Shimmer.  Viktor teared up and slid his hand into his hair again. He didn't care. He didn't care what Jayce thought. He was disappointed in himself enough. Viktor kept himself pressed back against the wall of the hideout before jumping as he heard a sniffle. "V-Viktor??" Hearing his name in such a pained tone from Jinx's throat made him stumble to his feet instantly. 

He moved around the side of the wall to see Jinx emerge from the draped path. Her shoulders were dusted with ash, signaling she'd likely been messing with her explosives again. However, she didn't seem like she was injured. But Viktor could very much tell that she'd been crying. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was red. Her braids dragged behind her, seeming like they'd finally untwisted from the large one that Viktor had put them in. Viktor instantly moved forward, only to stumble backwards as Jinx tackled him in a hug. Viktor hugged her back, his hands shaking almost as badly as hers. His heart sank as he heard her finally break down in tears. After a few moments, Viktor asked if Jinx wanted to sit down, only to yelp as he was dragged down to his knees with a clang. Jinx kept herself hugged against him. 

They were both sitting on their knees on the floor. Viktor could... only assume that meeting Vi again had... not gone very well. Jinx finally pulled back, though she could only stare at the floor as more tears ran down her face. Viktor remained quiet before offering his hand. Jinx stared at it before taking it. They both sat in silence for another few minutes, Viktor closing his eyes. "...She called me Jinx." When she finally spoke again, Viktor opened them back up. He stared at her before furrowing his brow in slight confusion. Jinx sniffled. "She called me Powder the whole time... a-and when she finally called me Jinx, she sounded..." Jinx trailed off. Her hand was painfully tight on Viktor's, but he wouldn't complain. He paused as she spoke again. "Are you gonna leave me behind too?" 

"N-No. No, I wouldn't." Viktor answered. He tapped his leg quietly. "I don't think I could. You know how easy I'd be to catch." He was really testing the water with a joke right then, but to his relief, Jinx did give a small smile. Her hand loosened on his. Her eyes drifted past him and her smile faded. Viktor could tell what she was looking at, already seeing the faint gleam of purple in her pupils. She looked back at him. "It... burns." Viktor finally stated after a moment. "This... This day has not gone well for either of us, it seems." Jinx wiped her eyes, saying that it looked like it. She pulled her hand back and Viktor blinked as she held up her gun.

"The crystal really amplified my gun." She managed to comment. Viktor asked in shock if she'd put one in there and she nodded, giving a slight smile. "Huge explosion. And I mean huge." She reached into her pouch, pulling out the two Hex Crystals she still had. "Still got these though." She stared at him. "Do you wanna just...?" Viktor glanced back before saying he'd built the stand already. He had a container nearby in case it went out of control. He'd returned to the house for it. Jayce's journal had been gone, along with another one of the Hex Crystals. It had made his heart sink. Viktor reached out before taking the crystals. He stood up, offering his hand to Jinx and pulling her up before they both moved over to the stand. He'd placed it on a towel in case leaving it on metal proved to be a bad idea. He wondered if two Hex Crystals would be enough, placing them inside the stand. There was a soft hiss as the stand's bottom closed over them and it lit up with a loud hum. Jinx reached out, placing the gear in the center before her eyes widened. The gear was floating. She quickly pulled her hand back, both of them having agreed that they couldn't touch it for long. There was a loud sparking noise and the gear began to crackle, Viktor quickly picking up the container and placing it over the entire stand. 

Holding down the container proved to be difficult and Viktor squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden burst of blue light that erupted through the glass. It was blinding. He could barely squint his eyes open and he startled as he felt hands on his, helping to hold the container down. Jinx was putting her full body weight onto it, her eyes squeezed shut. The rumble had started to spread through the grate and Viktor paused as he watched Jinx's hair slowly start to lift upwards. He could feel his own doing the same. Her braids stretched up before the rumbling abruptly stopped. Everything stopped. Both of them yanked their hands back, only a dim blue light coming from the glass now as their braids dropped. The light was gentle. Humming. Viktor was breathing heavily and Jinx was doing the same before glancing up at him. A smile spread across her face and Viktor couldn't help but return it. 

"Hah! And he couldn't figure this out?? Bullshit!" Jinx exclaimed. "What did that take us?? A day?? Not even!" She held a hand up to her head, laughing. "I think we might be geniuses!" Viktor let out his own weak laugh. He had no choice but to agree. They'd done it. They'd really done it. This was the Hexcore. This was Arcane magic. Viktor hesitated, reaching out to the container before pulling it off. A small blast of energy swept over them both, blowing their hair back. Viktor leaned in. The Hexcore was a glowing blue orb, seeming to emit small white flares, like the surface of the sun. Ever so faintly, he could see the gear inside of it. Good gods. His chest ached for a moment and his smile faltered. Would Jayce have been proud of him if he'd seen this? Would he have smiled? Or would he have been angry? Jealous. Viktor paused as he felt something wet running down his face. 

"Oh." He instantly raised a hand up to his face. What a terrible time for that. Blood was running down from his nose again and he startled as it dripped off his chin. The drop hit the Hexcore with a sizzle and both of them stared at it. Viktor glanced up at Jinx, who seemed just as frozen. "Container. Container!" He quickly exclaimed, Jinx grabbing it and slamming it over the stand as the Hexcore suddenly seemed to split open all over. Viktor reached out, crinkling his nose a little. He was getting his blood on the container, but he had to help Jinx hold it down. That blue glow had become replaced by a feverish off-white, seeming tainted with other colors, most notably shades of red. Viktor's heart sank along with his shoulders. Had he just ruined it?? Had he really already ruined it?? He hesitated before leaning down as the container stopped shaking. 

The Hexcore had holes all over it now. It seemed like it was hollow, the gear still seen floating in the middle, although it seemed like it was starting to iodize. The sphere now resembled some kind of webbing and Viktor leaned back up, unsure of what to do. His bloody hand slipped on the container and it seemed that small gap was all the Hexcore needed. There was suddenly an absolutely blinding pain through his braced leg and Viktor jerked backwards. He wasn't sure what sound erupted from his throat, but based on Jinx's muffled shriek, it probably hadn't been a good one. He suddenly felt arms hook under his and he was dragged backwards. The Hexcore crackled in its container and the same energy was seen sparking over his leg, which was limp in front of him. It felt like his whole leg had gone numb. 

Jinx had her arm in front of him, panting as she stared at the Hexcore before turning to him. "Stringbean?? Viktor?" Her voice instantly became more panicked as she said his name. She hesitated before reaching out, cautiously undoing his brace and shoving it off of him as it crackled. She stared at it with wide eyes. Viktor's leg still felt numb. "H-Hey??" Viktor squeezed his eyes shut before shaking his head, letting out a wheeze. 

"Hey." He managed in response. He reached a shaky hand up to his face, covering his bloody mouth and chin. "I-I think I just ruined it." Jinx immediately exclaimed that she wasn't worried about that right then. She looked around before picking up an old shirt and pressing it to Viktor's face. He paused before holding it there. He kept his head tipped down as he leaned back against the wall. His leg gave another crackle and he winced, gritting his teeth. Something was sparking in the darkness of his eyelids and he froze up. 

"Viktor? Are you alright?" Jayce sounded so worried and Viktor could swear he felt his hand resting gently on his shoulder. It slid up his neck before cupping his jawline, Jayce's thumb rubbing against his cheek. "Just breathe. I'm here." The gentle touches made Viktor tremble and he jerked himself back to reality with a startled breath. No, no, he wasn't there. Viktor was startled to feel tears running down his face. What had just happened to him? Jinx's hands were felt on his arm, but they were stiff. He glanced over. She was staring at his bad leg, which was now pressed against his chest. When had...? 

Jinx quickly got up. She held out her hands and Viktor startled. He didn't have his brace. He reached up with one hand, the other having to hold the cloth to his nose. As he stood, he cried out her name in shock as she yanked her hand away, backing up. She had her own hands in front of her. She whispered for him to walk and he stared at her. "What-" 

"Do it!!" She exclaimed, beckoning to him impatiently as she stomped her feet a little. "C'mon!" Viktor didn't understand the insistence, but he hoped she would be able to catch him. He moved forward and on the second step, he froze up. Instead of buckling, his leg had crackled. He was still standing. He was... Viktor stared down before taking another few steps forward, Jinx backing up with each step he took. She was watching him carefully. He finally paused before speeding up and his pace was quick as he moved over to her. Jinx broke out in loud laughter, sounding in disbelief as she caught him in a hug. "Viktor! Gods!" She was bouncing up and down in place. "It worked! Gods, Stringbean, it worked!!" Viktor was absolutely speechless. He paused, feeling that crackling getting softer. "Stringbean?"

He pulled away, taking another few steps before his knee buckled again on the last one. His shoulders sank. It... wasn't... permanent. It only cured him for a little. Jinx was quiet behind him before he heard her come up and kneel next to him. "Chin up!" She whispered, still sounding excited. He glanced over at her with wide eyes. "That means we have a way! If we tinker with it, we could make it permanent!" She sat down, crisscross. Her smile hadn't left her face and she reached out, giving his shoulder an excited shake. "You have a chance!" He stared at her and she frowned, pouting a little. "Repeat it!" 

"I-I have a chance." Viktor instantly replied, though his own voice was weak with awe. Even though the curing of his ailments was temporary and admittedly disappointing, it did occur to Viktor that they'd just made a breakthrough. They'd just made one hell of a breakthrough. His eyes moved back to her and Jinx instantly lit up, clapping her hands as he spoke again. "I-I have a chance!" 

"You have a chance!" Jinx instantly yelled, her voice echoing around the cavern. Tears ran down Viktor's face and she laughed, crinkling her nose as she shook his shoulder again. "Gods, you're sooo gross right now!" She reached back and scooped up the shirt, handing it to him so he could wipe his face. He carefully did so, lowering his hands and managing a small laugh. He jumped as Jinx hugged him tightly from the side, essentially trapping him. He didn't even mind at all. Usually, whenever he had a chance, the word would strike fear straight into his heart. Not this time. He wouldn't let it do that this time. He tigged his arm free and held his hand up to his head in disbelief. 

Something was still bothering him and he closed his eyes, trying to think. Why had... he seen Jayce? Why had he spoken to him so gently? Touched him so softly? He was reminded of that same moment and the back of his neck tingled. Why had he seen him? Why had...? Viktor stared forward. It had never clicked for him just how fucking bad he had wanted that. The realization sent a whole shock through his body and he wasn't sure whether his face wanted to go red or pale. Jinx seemed confused as she let him go. He turned to look back at the Hexcore with a furrowed brow. Jinx nudged him with her boot, asking what was wrong. "I, uh, I think I need to touch it again. Could you get me back over there?" 

"Are you gonna try walking again?" Jinx asked in surprise as she helped him up. He limped back over to the Hexcore with her help and settled back down on his knees in front of it. He studied it in confusion, watching as it pulsed and trembled within the glass. Jinx let him go, sitting down on the other side of it. Viktor hesitated before reaching out and placing his fingers on the glass, ready to lift the container. Instantly, charges from the Hexcore seemed to magnetize straight to his fingertips and Viktor didn't even need to touch it directly.

Viktor froze as he felt arms wrap around him from behind, followed by lips pressed against his nape. "You're walking! Good gods, Viktor, you're walking!" Jayce sounded so excited and he felt the arms give him a small squeeze. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment. Jayce sounded so proud of him that his voice was shaking. Viktor managed to pull his hands away from the glass and that feeling disappeared. Jayce had disappeared again. Viktor was left shaking and he paused as he realized tears were running down his face again. He blinked and raised his hand before jerking backwards in shock. His fingers. Viktor seemed shocked as he stared at them. His fingers had turned purple, the tips dark and getting lighter the further they stretched down. They... They resembled Jayce's hands. 

He paused as he saw Jinx's colored nail creep into view, nudging his fingers. She seemed shocked as she stared at them before instantly pulling her hand back and wrinkling her nose. "Eww, you feel like a raisin!" She exclaimed. "Ewww, you're so wrinkly!! Blegh!" She shook her hand, turning away. Viktor stared at her before managing a soft laugh. He reached out and poked his fingers against her shoulder. "Ewwww! Don't touch me!!" Jinx sprung to her feet, stomping her boots as she shook her hands. Viktor pulled his hands back before saying that he didn't think he should try to touch it any more than that. His heart was pounding. Jayce's voice had been so close that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck. He hesitantly raised his hand to it. "That thing better not make you completely wrinkly and purple! Eugh!" Jinx jumped as her bangs hit her in the face before she blew them away. 

"I-I'n not going to use my hands with it anymore. Not without gloves." Viktor quickly assured her. Jinx scoffed, saying he better not. At least... Viktor watched her. At least she seemed to be feeling much better. Maybe this had really helped distract her from her sister. Maybe he really was helping. "Do you have the bottom of the container? We shouldn't leave it open." Jinx quickly moved over, bringing it back to him before moving away. He watched as she disappeared around the corner. He reached out and activated a button on the top of the container. There was a humming noise and he carefully moved the container upwards. The Hexcore was being magnetized to the top of it and he pulled it off the stand before starting to attach the bottom of the container. He stared at it before hesitantly pushing his thumb inside, a bit of energy crackling to it from the Hexcore. 

"You figured this out?" Jayce's voice was warm and awed, Viktor closing his eyes as he felt that hand on his cheek again. He gave a small shiver as lips pressed to his forehead. His other cheek soon felt a hand and Viktor could swear he felt Jayce cupping his face. "Vik..." The nickname startled him enough for him to pull his thumb back just as he barely, barely felt lips against his own. All of the feelings disappeared and he clicked the container shut, twisting the bottom and sealing it. He held it up quietly, studying the Hexcore over with a soft breath.

"You said you were going to wear gloves!" He jumped as Jinx glared at him, holding leather gloves. Viktor quickly exclaimed he hadn't needed to, holding up the container with Hexcore safely(?) sealed inside. Jinx rolled her eyes. "And I just dug these out for what??" Viktor felt a smile tug at his lips and he said he'd still wear them as he held his hand out. Jinx passed them over, crossing her arms and dropping into a crisscross position with a pout. Viktor pulled the gloves on, showing them off. "That's much better. Now I don't have to see your weird raisin fingers." She sounded a little more satisfied and Viktor rolled his eyes. 

"And what if my 'weird raisin fingers' have magic now, hm?" He said, raising a brow as he wiggled them. Jinx rolled her eyes and made a vague annoyed gesture. Viktor lowered his hands, staring at her warmly. "...Thank you, Jinx. I couldn't have done this without you." He spoke softly and genuinely, Jinx instantly looking over at him. All her annoyance left and she stared at him, joy filling her eyes. 

"I know, Stringbean, I know." She said, instantly sounding proud of herself and maybe just a little overwhelmed. Viktor sighed before asking if she felt any better. Jinx's shoulders sank as she let out a quiet sigh. "Y'know what?" Her voice cracked a little and she laughed. "I do." 

Viktor allowed himself a smile, turning his head back down to his gloved hands. He... Would he see Jayce every time he interacted with the Hexcore? Why? He gave a small sigh. The real Jayce didn't even know that he'd done it. He probably wouldn't be thrilled at all. Was the Hexcore just showing him what he wanted? He rubbed his head. Why did he... want that? Jayce's warmth. Approval. Praise. He closed his eyes and gave a small sigh through his nose. What was Jayce doing up there...? Where was he? 

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"Will you be okay?" Viktor asked, bouncing the question right back at Jinx with wide eyes. Jinx was momentarily taken back. "You said you used to know some of those kids. Their, uh, their leader-" 

"I'll be fine." Jinx interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. Firelights was a name Viktor mostly only heard in passing over several years. Maybe he'd seen them before, but he wasn't even sure what they looked like. However, they sounded personal to Jinx. Viktor was sitting on one of the beanbags. Over the past few days, the Hexcore seemed to nullify the withdrawal symptoms of the Shimmer. He'd been able to walk a little longer each day, but once it wore off, he couldn't even move his leg, let alone stand. He studied Jinx over worriedly. Despite her nonchalant attitude, he could hear something strained in her voice. This did bother her and he could tell. He paused. "What I'm worried about is leaving you alone when you can barely walk." Jinx stated, gesturing to him with a raised brow. "You, sir, are turning an entirely different color!" 

Viktor sighed, glancing down at his hand. He had one of the gloves off, his purple fingers revealed. "What am I to do otherwise? Do you want me to go with you?" He asked flatly, giving a vaguely frustrated shrug. Jinx paused and tapped the barrel of her gun against her chin as she seemed to think. "Please don't do that." Viktor said, making a face. Jinx rolled her eyes before shaking her head. "Then I will stay here. Something is less likely to happen to me here." Viktor said, his hands settling back in his lap. "I can keep one of the crystals you made." Admittedly, he was more than proud of Jinx. She'd been able to piece together how to create more Hex Crystals with just the fragments left over from the Hexcore's creation, all while Viktor was able to use his knowledge of the stabilization process. She'd almost blown both of them up (thrice) but she had managed to modify her weapons. 

Jinx frowned as Viktor picked up the pouch next to him, pulling out one of the glowing blue orbs. "Take two of them." Jinx said, crossing her arms. Viktor blinked before pulling out another one. He handed the pouch up to Jinx and she slipped it over her head to rest on her waist. Viktor placed the crystals next to him. "...Mmmmhhh." Jinx made an incredibly displeased noise as she crossed her arms. "Stringbeeeean." Viktor insisted that he would be fine, although a small smile tugged at his lips. Jinx hugged before moving over and sitting next to the beanbag. Viktor managed a small smile and hugged her with one arm. "I'm worried! This'll probably be a two or three day thing for me! And you need to go back to work tomorrow!" She was practically whining at this point. "Ugh!" 

She hugged him back before giving a hard squeeze around his torso. "Ow!" Viktor nearly yelped and shot her a look. Jinx sighed and pulled back, blowing her bangs out of her face.

"Your weirdo still hasn't come back here from topside. Silco's been keeping an eye out. I'll be making a big loop, so I'll be on the bridge for a little bit." Right on the edge of Piltover. Viktor furrowed his brow. 

"...If we still don't know where he is, please be careful." He managed after a moment. "I don't... want your dust on that bridge." He gave a small sigh. He jumped as Jinx lightly smacked his arm, proudly stating that Jayce would very much have to catch her first. Viktor was going to comment something about how Jayce could literally teleport at this point, but he chose not to. Jinx sighed and stood up, spinning her gun in her hand and making Viktor lean slightly away. She had a sash of her explosives over her body and Viktor sighed, clearly anxious. Jinx stared at him, seeming to appreciate his unspoken worry. 

"I'll go through the crevice and try to lead those cops away." Viktor startled and looked up at her before starting to speak. "Ah, ah, ah! Silco said to make a scene. And guess what I'm about to be super good at?" She gave a grin as she wagged her finger at him and Viktor scoffed a little. "I'll see you in a couple days, Stringbean! Don't miss me too much!" Jinx backed away from him before doing a spin and moving to the crevice. She slipped off her sash, holding it in her hand before she turned herself sideways. Viktor watched as her braids pulled further and further into the crevice before disappearing. He wouldn't look away until the glowing light of the explosives had faded too. And now he was alone. Viktor gave a weak sigh, sinking back against the beanbag. 

He closed his eyes and winced a little. His sleep had been a little restless. Every time he closed his eyes, he swore he could only see the webbing that made up the Hexcore. He swore he could hear something talking to him without a voice. Whispering without words. He'd been waking up more and more exhausted each day, even though he knew he was sleeping an appropriate amount of hours. He knew the Hexcore and Shimmer had been temporarily curing his leg, but he wasn't sure about his disease. The only thing he knew for certain is that he hadn't started coughing in a while. He'd started to become more hesitant about touching the Hexcore. Every time he did, it was Jayce. It was always Jayce and Viktor didn't understand why. He was always gentle. Always encouraging. Always soft. 

He never saw him, but he could always feel him. Hear him. Even if he knew it wasn't actually him. Viktor had started to suspect something that slightly made his skin crawl. Were his own desires being projected or was the Hexcore using them to speak to him? Was the Hexcore... alive? Viktor's hands curled against the beanbag again. He was wearing his brace, but his leg had grown so weak without the Hexcore that he could barely stand, even with it on. He could faintly hear its humming and his eyes rose, drifting off to the right. It was out of his reach. Viktor hesitated before reaching out to his other side. He scooped up the folded contraption. Jinx had made fun of him for building it, but it would certainly be useful now more than ever. 

He slipped on the glove he used to control it, the Hex Crystal in the center lighting up. He strapped part of it to his other arm, holding it out. He lifted his hand and the contraption unfolded. It had a three-pronged claw at the end, which Viktor was able to control using the glove. The claw also had its own crystal in the center, but that shot out energy, which Viktor had been careful not to do again after burning a hole straight through the railing. He reached out with the gloved hand, the Hexclaw following his movements. It closed around the container, carefully lifting it and pulling it back towards him. Viktor had the Hexclaw set the container in front of him before he placed the glove to the side. The Hexclaw retreated back to its folded position, strapped against his arm. Viktor stared at the container quietly before hesitantly reaching out to it. 

He really didn't know if he should do this. He paused and took the leather glove off his other hand before pulling the container up and settling it on his lap. He took a deep breath before placing his hands on either side of the glass, closing his eyes. He didn't feel anything at first before shivering as he felt large, warm hands place themselves over his, the fingers rubbing circles on his wrists. It felt like Jayce was sitting in front of him. "Why him?" Viktor asked out loud. The circles paused for a moment before resuming. Jayce didn't respond and Viktor furrowed his brow. Why wouldn't the other speak to him?

He paused as he felt one of Jayce's hands move, settling on the arm that was strapped to the Hexclaw. "Did you build that?" Jayce finally spoke, his voice soft and curious. Viktor paused before replying that he did. "Incredible. You're brilliant." Jayce sounded proud again and Viktor's shoulders sank. He shook his head, pleading for him to stop talking like that. "I mean it, Vik. Your mind is fascinating." This... Viktor shook his head. No. Jayce wouldn't call him fascinating. Jayce would know that he hated being referred to like a curiosity. He knew that. Viktor opened his eyes and paused. Where was he?? 

Stars stretched out endlessly in front of him. Moonlight seemed to illuminate the entire space around him, but there was no moon to be seen. His own body felt light and his skin gave off a pale glow. The webbing of the Hexcore was stretched up his arms and he furrowed his brow. Where was he?? It was so quiet. He paused, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He could stand. He could stand? He took a few steps forward. He could walk. The ground rippled beneath him like he was walking on water. What was this? "This is what you want, right?" Jayce's voice was soft, but it still made Viktor jump. He turned, his eyes wide as he hugged his arms against himself. He couldn't... He couldn't look directly at it. His mind couldn't quite process what he was seeing, only a blinding light. However, if he turned to the side and looked out of the corner of his eye... he saw Jayce. Young, clean-shaven, uniform-clad Jayce. As he'd first met him in the apartment. 

"...You are not Jayce. He would not refer to me in such a way." Viktor responded, his eyes drifting to the ground. The webbing pattern seemed to shift and move on his arms. "I am not 'fascinating' or 'interesting.' Do not study me like that." His voice was shaky, but he kept it firm. "I am not something for you to gawk at." 

"Yet you do so to me?" Jayce's voice remained quiet and Viktor squeezed his eyes shut before saying he hadn't known it was alive. "I didn't know you were either." The statement made Viktor pause. He asked why it chose Jayce and the question was redirected to him. "Why did you choose him? He is most prominent in your thoughts. In your heart. In your soul and your veins." Just hearing that made Viktor's shoulders sink again. "He's hurt you. And yet you still choose him." Viktor shakily slid his hand up into his own hair, gripping it again. He had no heartbeat here, but his chest was aching. Tears started down his face, dripping off and sending ripples along the ground again. 

That shape was in front of him now, even if he couldn't directly look at it. He felt his hand on his cheek and his thumb wiping away his tears. "Your yearning poisons you." Jayce's voice told him gently. Viktor shut his eyes again before whispering that he knew. Every time it used Jayce's voice to speak, it would keep his tone gentle and kind. It never seemed to dip into a negative one. Only curiosity shone through. The sound of something that wanted to learn. Something that wanted to understand. Viktor begged it to stop talking in his voice, but he wasn't sure the alternative was any better. Now he was speaking to himself. He could hear his own voice. "I'm in your veins. Can you feel me?" 

Viktor jerked himself back to reality with a sharp gasp, almost dropping the container in shock. The Hexcore quietly pulsed inside. He flinched as he tried to shift. His body was so stiff that everything cracked when he moved it. How long had he been sitting there? What time was it?? He felt dazed and he could vaguely hear that soft whispering again, though it was deep in his head. What had they created? He stared at it before closing his eyes. Gods, Jinx would've chucked this thing straight into the fan blades if she found out what it was doing to him. He startled as the Hexcore suddenly pulsed heavily, the container rattling in his lap. Viktor startled before placing a hand back on it. His own voice erupted into his head with such loudness and urgency that it nearly made him cry out. 

"GO TO HER. GO TO HER NOW." 

What?? Viktor was momentarily shocked. He started to shakily try and get up, but he couldn't, collapsing back on the beanbag. He popped open the container a little, placing his hand on the opening. Instantly, energy crackled through his whole frame and he pulled his hand back, placing it on his leg and allowing it to spread. He started to push himself up again and he swore he could feel those large, warm hands helping him stand. Viktor was slightly panicked as he shut the container again. He leaned down, scooping up the two spare Hex Crystals and his glove, tucking it into the pouch at his side. He wasn't sure how long his walking would last this time. It was Jinx, right?? Jinx was in trouble?? Where was she?? "Wh-Where is she??" Viktor placed his hand on the glass and for a split second, he could see Jinx collapsed on the ground, crumpled on the bridge. Blood ran down her face. The bridge. It was so far away. How was he going to make it?? He pulled his hand from the glass. 

"Bridge. Fast. Bridge. Bleeding. Dying. Heal. Heal. Heal." 

Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. Good gods? It even sounded like the Hexcore was panicking. The crevice was the fastest way out of here. Viktor paused before moving over to it. The container would fit as long as he held it to his side. He managed to heave himself up, feeling the magic from the Hexcore crackling in his leg to keep him standing. He turned sideways and slipped into the crevice, trying to ignore the rocking of his heart in his chest. He didn't have time to be scared of this. Jinx had been completely limp. Viktor's breathing was bordering on panic, but he tried to remain calm. The glow of the Hexcore was illuminating the small chasm. There. There. Up ahead, he could see the opening. He finally pulled himself from the crevice. He held the container against his chest, unsure of what to do for a moment. He turned and headed towards the opening before startling and jerking backwards as several lights turned on him. 

"Freeze! Whatever you’re holding, drop it!" A voice yelled. Enforcers. Not now. Not when Jinx was in danger. Viktor took a step backwards and the man's voice yelled for him to drop it again. There was a bang. Pain suddenly ripped through Viktor's side and he dropped to his knees, his hands shaking. He'd... Viktor slowly looked down. His shirt was becoming wet around the area and he glanced back at the blood-stained bullet behind him. It had torn right through him. "I'm not going to ask again! Drop it!" 

Viktor wouldn't let the container go and he froze as a blue ring suddenly started to illuminate on the ground around him. He froze up before squeezing his eyes shut. Gravity felt like it had increased and even the blood in his wound felt like it was being pulled downwards. Right out of his body. The air was being dragged from his lungs and he started choking as the circle suddenly opened up. It was blindingly bright beneath him and he was dragged straight down into the light. 

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Viktor felt like every part of him was being dragged apart. It hurt. Everything hurt and all he saw were colors and lights flashing past him in blurs. In every single way conceivable, he felt like he was spiraling. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't-

A pained yell escaped him as he was spat out onto the floor with a loud clank. He took in a loud, shaking breath, his eyes squeezed shut. Had they been shut the whole time?? What had he been seeing?? His head spun and he barely managed push himself up into a sitting position with one hand. His other arm was still tightly wrapped around the container. He blinked open his eyes, the colors and lights blurring together with what sounded like muffled voices. They sounded... excited? Viktor shook his head, his hair hung around his face. He was still taking in shaky breaths. What was happening?? What was happening? 

"Lad!" That voice made Viktor's attention snap forward and he stared at Heimerdinger in shock. The other looked amazed as he reached out to him. Viktor unconsciously leaned back. Another shape knelt next to him. A familiar voice said his name and he turned to glance at Skye. What was...? His eyes drifted upwards. He... He recognized those walls. He recognized this room. He was... He was back in Piltover. Heimerdinger's lab. He was absolutely stunned silent for a moment. Heimerdinger and Skye were trying to talk to him, but he just couldn't focus. That was... 

Jayce was standing in front of him, next to an absolutely beautiful woman draped in white and gold. She seemed extremely satisfied and her voice held praise, even if Viktor couldn't make out what she was saying. Jayce was drinking it up and Viktor could only stare at him. He'd pushed his hair back and he'd shaved. He... He looked like he was actually from Piltover again. The woman was watching him with a warm look and she offered her hand, Jayce instantly taking it and mouthing familiar words before kissing her knuckle. 

I look forward to working with you. 

Viktor could tell that's what Jayce had said in an instant and he wasn't sure why, but his hands tightened on the container. He shakily held up his own hand as Heimerdinger and Skye continued to try and talk to him. They both stopped and Viktor felt Skye take his hand quickly, seeming to be looking over his darkened fingers in shock. Viktor turned to look at where he'd just been spit out from and flinched. There was a large circle behind him. It crackled with energy and he could see Hex Crystals lining the entire rim. The humming was making him nauseous, but it didn't seem like anyone else was feeling it. Viktor yanked his hand back from Skye and pushed himself backwards, his hands curling over his ears as a ringing noise erupted in them. 

It hurt. His whole body hurt. His head hurt. He had his knees pulled up to his chest, the container with the Hexcore pressed against him. "Viktor." Jayce's voice cut straight through the ringing like a knife and Viktor startled, his eyes snapping open. Jayce stared at him before kneeling down. "...Hey." Viktor felt like he was looking at a stranger. He managed a small 'hey' in response. He wouldn't say anything else, only staring at Jayce with wide eyes. "What? Do I look that different without a beard?" Jayce seemed to be trying to joke, but Viktor couldn't react. Jayce's eyes trailed down. "...That's the Hexcore, isn't it?" He reached out and Viktor's leg gave a violent twitch as Jayce gently pushed it down. 

The Hexcore seemed to pulse and glow in the container, the gear in the center still seen faintly. Jayce stared at it quietly. "So you two did build it." Viktor didn't like that tone. He didn't like that tone and he started to push himself back again. Jayce was saying something else, but Viktor's mind had already started racing again. Both?? Jinx. Oh gods, Jinx! His heart spiked in panic and he froze as he felt his hands go cold. His arms followed and he furrowed his brow, it suddenly becoming hard to breathe again. "Viktor??" Jayce stared at him in shock. His eyes trailed down as Viktor's legs slid down in front of him, the container dropping onto his lap and showing where the bullet had gone straight through his body. Even the side of his pants was soaked now, all of the blood having been dragged down. Jayce's eyes widened, calling out to Heimerdinger in alarm that Viktor had had an open wound. 

He heard Heimerdinger say something in response, but he couldn't make it out. He started to cough quietly, each one choking more and more. Something wet erupted over his lips and he struggled to breathe around it. Jinx... Was she really dead...? He really couldn't do anything?? He'd been trying so hard to reach her. His head went limp and the last thing he saw before he collapsed on his side was the crystal clear image of the Hexcore, framed perfectly within the glass of its container. 

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Viktor was curled up on the couch in the corner of the room. He stared at the wall in front of him, having run out of tears. He'd been gone too long. It had been a couple days, at least. If Jinx had survived, she would've come back to an empty hideout. What if she thought he'd left? He closed his eyes, sliding his hand up into his hair again. The soft humming of the Hexcore was filling the eerie silence. The room they'd locked him in appeared to be an old lab of some sort. It felt familiar in a way. Maybe Viktor had had an assignment here once upon a time. He was back in the Academy of Science. Right in Piltover. Right where this mess had started. He glanced over at the Hexcore again. Jayce had created a new stand for it, the Hexcore floating quietly and openly. He'd originally wanted to take it away to study, but he'd quickly brought it back. Allegedly, the Hexcore had started to act 'violently and erratically' without Viktor around. 

Unfortunately, the same might have been true for Viktor himself. He wasn't sure. He didn't remember. Everyone came to visit him in this room, but they wouldn't let him leave. 'For his safety.' Viktor wasn't sure what that meant and he was genuinely worried he'd done something. He just... He just couldn't remember. Somehow, someway, Jayce had appealed to two members of the Council, despite his... absolutely insane criminal charges. While Heimerdinger had been swayed by his work, the other one, Miss Mel Merdarda, seemed to have been swayed by something else. Viktor's shoulders sank. He didn't know why his chest hurt so much to think about it. Jayce was still set for trial, but it seemed that it was being postponed for the time being. His Rune, however, had been taken and locked away. Apparently, Jayce had teleported him here through his newest creation. The Hexgate. The open wound had certainly proved to be a problem, having genuinely dragged blood out of Viktor's body. 

Viktor shakily raised his hand, pressing it to his side, where he could feel the bandages. That was another thing. They were all looking at him like that again. Like an experiment. A curiosity. Only Skye seemed genuinely worried about his condition, constantly checking on him to make sure he still had feeling in his fingers and leg. Jayce had gone back to studying him. He really did feel like a stranger and Viktor didn't know why it hurt so much. Even thinking about it now made his eyes burn. He buried his face against his hand. His braced leg creaked as he slowly stretched it out. He turned himself to he could sit on the couch properly. So their roles had swapped? Viktor was the crazy one now? The one locked up? What a terrible joke. Why was he the one being treated like a psychopath? Jayce had killed people. Now he was just getting all these pats on the back like he wasn't something sick and twisted beneath a handsome face. 

Viktor glanced up at the Hexcore. He hesitated before reaching out and grabbing the table nearby. No one had seemed to notice but slowly and surely, Viktor had been subtly nudging the furniture into a path for him to walk. He pushed himself to his feet, using the table. He limped forward slowly, moving from the table to a chalkboard, guiding himself along. He pushed to the side, his other hand landing on another table before he reached out and finally reached the desk where the Hexcore was. He trembled as he pulled the chair out and settled down. He rested his arms on the desk before lowering his head into them. He could faintly hear that whispering again. "...I hope she's alive." Viktor managed quietly. He understood why he looked crazy, but he knew the Hexcore could understand him. It pulsed quietly. He stared at it before starting to reach his finger out to it again. 

"How did you get over there?" Jayce's voice made Viktor startle and he sat up, turning to look back at him. Jayce was staring at him with curious eyes, shutting the door behind him. Viktor hadn't even heard it open. "How are you feeling today?" Viktor crinkled his nose. He didn't like that tone. It wasn't like two roommates talking, it sounded like a doctor checking on his patient. Jayce gestured to his leg. "I guess the leg brace is still working out for you, right? How's the body brace? You're still wearing it, aren't you?" 

"Don't speak to me like that, Jayce." Viktor said, his eyes becoming tired as he reached up, tucking his hair behind his ear and turning away. He leaned against one of his hands, his elbow against the table. It was quiet before he heard footsteps. "Don't." The footsteps stopped. Viktor glanced back at him again. Jayce had grown closer, but he'd frozen up once Viktor had turned to him. "Are you enjoying the attention? How does it feel to be such a genius that people are willing to overlook that you’re a murderer?" His question was quiet, but bitter. That seemed to spur something in Jayce's eyes that Viktor recognized. "You may be on your best behavior in front of them... but I've seen you at your worst." Viktor's voice was weak and reminding as he gestured to his throat. 

Jayce stared at him, his jaw clenching a little before he let out a heavy sigh. "This... This isn't how I wanted this to go, Viktor." Oh? He was finally speaking to him like a normal human being? Huzzah. Viktor felt like he was going to be sick. "Y-You have to understand, you created something new. You interacted with it and it's physically changed you. We don't know what you're capable of-" 

"Ah, let me assist you then. Walking is still off the table." Viktor responded. "Standing is also an issue now." He vaguely gestured. "I can barely eat or sleep. Let's see... still sick to my stomach all the time." He glanced down at his bandaged side. "Still not capable of self-healing and, uh..." Oh, what timing. Viktor felt something wet running down his face and he dabbed his fingertips in it before showing off the blood. "...Just a headache." He turned away, reaching out and pulling over some tissues from the box on the desk. He held it up to his nose. "Anything else?" Jayce could only stare back at him. Viktor vaguely gestured again with his free hand, though the movement was now limp and defeated. "...I'm glad your work is being recognized, Mr. Talis." The cold use of his last name made Jayce's eyes widen. 

"Viktor..." He sounded hurt. Viktor turned his head away, his chest aching again. He heard footsteps and he froze up as he felt Jayce's hand on his shoulder. It did not feel comforting. It did not feel comforting. "You stole my research. Created something without my knowledge or permission from my notes." The statements were nothing more than a low whisper and Viktor's entire body had locked up, his eyes wide. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. "Don't get me wrong, I'm... I am beyond impressed with you for building this. Look at it. It's incredible!"  Jayce's voice had become awed and friendly again as he leaned down, studying the Hexcore. 

Viktor managed to look at him again and Jayce gave him a smile. His eyes were not smiling. It hurt to see Jayce look at him like that. Viktor turned away without another word, placing the bloody tissues down on the desk in front of him. He heard Jayce pause, knowing the other had been expecting Viktor to try and explain himself. Give any kind of excuse. And he could've. He could've bit the other's goddamn head off for stalling the Hexcore for so long when it had taken him and Jinx less than a day to figure out. For letting Viktor waste away so he would rely on him. Oh, Jayce thought he had been betrayed? Viktor shook his head and made a shooing motion with his hand. He heard Jayce scoff and the other's hands reached out, gently taking his. He turned to look at him with tired eyes. "Why did you steal from me, Viktor?" The question was soft and dangerous, but seemed to hold genuine pain and betrayal as well.

No. Viktor wasn't having it. He yanked his hand back and rested it on the table. "Are you dense, Jayce? Good gods, I have never heard such a stupid question in my life." His answer seemed to take Jayce back, the other staring at him. Viktor turned away from him, making another, much more insistent shooing motion. "Go enjoy your new life. Leave me with the one you've ruined." Viktor's voice was quiet, his hand slid up into his hair. It was silent for a few moments. Jayce wasn't moving and Viktor was three seconds from yelling at him. 

"You aren't scared of me anymore." Jayce sounded genuinely startled and Viktor couldn't help the stunned laugh that escaped him. He turned to look back at Jayce, asking if that was really what he was concerned about. He asked if he was a child. Jayce stared at him. That good old look had appeared in his eyes again. Dangerous. Carnal. Predatory. Viktor had almost missed it. His chest had been aching so badly the whole time. It felt like his heart was tearing itself apart. "In the seven years we were living together, I don't think you ever actually spoke to me like this. I-It's a little surprising, I have to admit." Jayce said, standing up and grabbed the back of Viktor's chair, heaving it up and turning it around with Viktor in it before leaning forward, his grey-stained fingers curled into the table on either side of Viktor's head. "You stealing from me hurt me. Not because of what you took. But because it was you. I trusted you." His voice sounded pained and Viktor gripped the sides of his own chair. 

"You didn't trust me. You trusted that I was scared enough not to try anything. Don't lie to me again, Jayce." Viktor's voice held real pain. "You have to stop playing with me like some kind of toy. I'm broken. You're just playing with parts now..." Viktor's voice strained as he shook his head, tipping it to the side as he did so. Jayce stared at him and, for once, Viktor could see the conflict in his eyes. He didn't understand why there was any conflict at all. One thing was clear and it was that Jayce clearly didn't like Viktor referring to himself like that. Finally, Jayce's eyes softened and he let out a small sigh through his nose, turning his head away. 

"I just wanted my research to help people, Viktor. And now it can. Admittedly, yes, there were a few hiccups along the way, but don't you see? This will push Piltover and Zaun into a new golden age." Jayce tried to tell him, his eyes bright again. Viktor could only stare at him. And here he'd thought Jayce had been about to say something meaningful. He stated in a shaky voice for Jayce to get out. "Viktor-" Jayce startled as Viktor spoke again, in that loud voice that made his throat burned. He barked for Jayce to get out. Jayce moved back from him. He was clearly struggling so hard with something and Viktor could see it on his face. Now that Jayce didn't have his Rune, Viktor was becoming vicious. If Jayce wanted to kill him, he'd actually have to put some effort into it. Jayce stared at him. "...Do you hate me now, Viktor?" 

It didn't sound curious. It didn't sound threatening. Just a simple, quiet question. Viktor glanced over at him. He reached down, pulling his braced leg up to his chest and letting the other leg follow. He slid his hand into his hair again as he gave a weak sigh, closing his eyes. "...No." He finally stated. "I should. I have every right. I have every reason. But no." His voice was shaky. "I'm afraid I'm just a bit upset with you right now." Jayce replied that he understood. He asked what he could do to make it better. "You can leave." Viktor replied, opening his eyes and looking back at him. His shoulders sank. Jayce looked so relieved to hear that Viktor didn't hate him. Why did he look like that? 

"Well, I, for one, am glad to hear that." Jayce said, smiling. What a bastard. What an absolute bastard. Viktor turned away from him, giving a weak sigh. "Hey, Vik." Jayce reached out, gripping the back of the chair. "You say you've seen me at my worst and that's just not true. You've just seen me at my weakest... And I'm sorry." Jayce did sound genuine about that. "I shouldn't have been so violent about you leaving me. I shouldn't have put my hands around your throat, I shouldn't have laid my hands on you at all. I just... It was really, really hard for me to let you go." His golden brown eyes scanned over Viktor. "It still is." Viktor met his gaze with a tired one before leaning back a little. Jayce's grey-stained finger was under his chin and he stared at him. "You haven't seen me at my worst yet. Just remember that." Jayce scanned him over and Viktor couldn't help the small shiver that left him. "Now then." He pulled back and held his hands out to the sides. "Anything else you want to add?"

"...You looked better with a beard." Viktor said, leaning back against the chair. That seemed to genuinely take Jayce back and he held a hand up to his face before saying that he'd keep that in mind. "Goodnight Jayce."

"Goodnight Viktor." Jayce left the room, the door heard shutting and locking behind him. Viktor stared at the door before sighing. He understood now. The Council was using him. They would have Jayce use all his brilliant research in the name of progress. Then they would execute him. And they would. For crimes like that, they absolutely would. They were just keeping him alive because they needed him. He wondered if Jayce was even aware. If he was, that was twice as frightening. When he thought of Jayce and Mel, who was manipulating who? The psychopath or the politician? Tough call. Jayce followed her around like a puppy. Listened to her every word with eager eyes. Mel, on the other hand, was clearly charmed by his face and obedience. It made Viktor want to vomit. He stared at the ground before turning in his chair. 

His gaze moved to the Hexcore before reaching out to it. It instantly seemed to gravitate towards his fingertips, nudging against them. Viktor closed his eyes and he trembled as he felt those arms wrap around him again. He could feel that breath on the back of his shoulder before lips followed. It was what he wanted, wasn't it? To be treated so gently? To be treasured like his research was. He'd felt like he had some twisted form of that during the past seven years. It was gone now that Jayce had the opportunity to do what he'd wanted. Spread Hextech all throughout Piltover. Be recognized for his work. Leave his so-called 'partner' in the dark. That was fine. Viktor had never liked being in the spotlight anyway.

...Progress. It almost made Viktor laugh. He tipped his head to the side, feeling that scruffy beard resting against his throat. It was followed by lips again. Tears welled in his closed eyes. Was this really all he had? He pulled his hand back from the Hexcore and the feelings all disappeared. Viktor was left alone. Both of the lives he'd had before were gone now. Jayce got to have another one. Without him? Viktor kept his eyes squeezed shut and he buried his head in his arms. He felt terrible. He felt terrible and he knew part of it was thanks to the Shimmer withdrawal he'd been going through for the past couple of days. Surely Silco had noticed him missing as well. Would he care? Viktor inhaled shakily. He supposed it all depended on... on if Jinx was alive. He could get that image out of his mind. That split-second snapshot of her bleeding out on the bridge. Good gods... 

Viktor's hands slid into his hair again as he buried his face against his arms. How could Jayce just get away with it?? How?? Was this was what the privilege of being a raised Piltover citizen was like?? The Council knew he was dangerous, but they'd let him keep running around for their own gain? It was risky and it was sickening, but whatever would be the most profitable to them, he supposed. Even at the risk of lives... Especially at the risk of lives. Viktor didn't look up, but he allowed his hand to drift over to the Hexcore again. There was a soft zapping noise. "Your yearning poisons you." Jayce's voice whispered against his neck, his hands felt on Viktor's shoulders. They slid around him in a warm, loose hug again. Viktor could feel a chin resting against his shoulder. "A want this toxic will kill you." 

"I know." Viktor managed weakly. His hand was shaking and he felt the larger one take his, wrapping it in warmth and steadying it. He couldn't take it anymore, more tears erupting down his face. "I-I know." 

Chapter Text

The smell of warm coffee and something sweet woke Viktor the next day. He stirred from his hunched position over the desk, his head having been buried in his arms all night. "Viktor?" Skye's voice was careful and hesitant. Viktor blinked before turning to face her and pausing. Skye held out a mug to him and he perked up just a little, reaching up and taking it. "You're going to hurt y-your back like that! Even after a-almost a decade, you haven't fixed that posture?" Skye sounded like she was desperately trying to be playfully scolding, but her worry was showing too much. She wore her heart on her sleeve. Viktor paused, setting down the mug before pushing himself to sit up straight. Instantly, his back let out several popping sounds and he squeezed his eyes shut. "V-Viktor!" Now it was scolding. 

"My apologies, Skye. Fixing my... my posture was not high on my list of... priorities." He was trying not to sound mean. He paused as Skye carefully pulled over a second chair, sitting down. She said this was the most he'd called her by her first name since they were children. Viktor picked up the mug. "We are not coworkers, nor students together anymore. There is no need for any... displays of professionalism." He managed a weak smile. "Here, you are just my friend again. Skye." Skye stared at him before seeming to light up a little. She wouldn't admit it openly, but it seemed to overjoy her. "You know... you teaching me how to braid your hair actually proved quite useful with a child I knew down in Zaun. I must thank you for it." His voice strained a little when he thought of Jinx, but he was trying to focus on the conversation at hand. 

"V-Viktor, I think this is the most you've talked to me about anything that isn't science in a long time." Skye said, her tone secretly delighted. Her smile hadn't left and it was genuine. Something real and warm that Viktor wasn't used to seeing. He gave a weak chuckle, turning and taking a sip from the mug. The heat of the coffee soothed his throat. He glanced over before pausing and setting the mug down. There was a small cake on a plate. It looked like it had come right from one of Piltover's bakeries. It looked like it had vanilla frosting and bits of strawberry. It looked delicious. Viktor wouldn't have had something like this in ages. He glanced up at Skye in confusion. "Oh! Oh, uh, I was going to bring it to you yesterday, but, uh..." Skye's hands clasped a little tight in front of her. "M-Mr. Talis and I are not allowed in the same area. Th-The exception was bringing you back through the Hexgate since he was... he was distracted." 

Viktor had gone pale and his fingers weakly curled against the desk as he asked if Jayce had hurt her. Skye jumped a little, pushing her glasses up. "No! N-No, he hasn't! It's just... It's just a little... clear to everyone that... that he wants to. So..." She gave a small defeated shrug of her hands, which were shaking. "Preventative measures." She managed a smile and Viktor stared at her. Skye's smile disappeared. "Oh! Viktor, I'm okay, I promise!" She sounded alarmed as she pulled up the tissue box from the desk, using one to gently wipe his face. He'd started crying? He hadn't even felt it. He shook his head, thanking her. He gestured to the cake with a raised brow and Skye paused, pulling her hands back. "Well... you might not... be as thrilled with it, but yesterday..." 

Skye gave a small smile, though it seemed apologetic and weak. "Yesterday was your birthday, Viktor." His... His birthday. Viktor almost wanted to laugh and he felt a smile tugging at his lips. He forced it back because it wasn't a smile he would ever want Skye to have to witness. Instead, he turned himself away, resting his elbows on the table and putting his head in his hands. He felt Skye's fingers settle lightly on his shoulder. "Viktor, I know you're not one for hugs, but-" 

"Please." Viktor managed quietly. Skye's hand instantly pulled back before he felt arms wrap around him tightly. Viktor felt like he was going to break down again as he hugged her back. They stayed like that for a moment before Skye finally pulled back, sitting back down and glancing at the cake uncertainly. She started to hesitantly say she could take it back and Viktor shook his head. He hadn't had something sweet in a bit. He reached out, pulling the plate over to him, along with the fork. He picked one of the strawberries off before glancing up at the Hexcore, which crackled next to both of them. Viktor reached out and the Hexcore moved over, the strawberry being taken from the fork. He watched as it seemed to break the strawberry down into particles, its glow becoming red tinted for a moment before fading back to that off-white again. Skye had her mouth covered with a hand, seeming amazed as she stared at it. The colors reflected in her glasses.

Viktor took a few bites of the cake, closing his eyes and giving a small sigh through his nose. Gods, it was delicious. His shoulders sank a little. Jinx would've loved it. He glanced up as Skye started to speak again. "D-Do you... Do you care if I... I asked you about this?" Skye gestured to the Hexcore, which spun on its stand quietly. Viktor shook his head, though he did warn that he likely couldn't answer very much about it. He'd missed seeing genuine, bright-eyed curiosity. One of the things he'd missed from being an assistant. As Skye asked him questions, Viktor did his best to answer, but a lot of them consisted of 'I don't know' or 'I'm not sure.' Skye only seemed more baffled by his lack knowledge on the very thing he'd built with each question. She glanced at it. Viktor moved his fork to his other hand, stretching his fingers out to the Hexcore. "Is... Is it alive, Viktor?" Skye asked, watching it move to his fingers. 

"Am I alive?" Skye's voice spoke behind him, her hands felt on one of his shoulders.  A smile pulled at Viktor's lips as he finished the cake, setting the plate down. He responded that it was very much alive. Alive and learning. Alive and changing. "Learning. Changing." Her voice repeated behind him, as if it was trying to remember the words. He pulled his fingers away from it and that presence disappeared, leaving just the awestruck Skye in front of him. Her hands were on her mouth and she genuinely seemed excited. When was the last time someone hadn't looked at him in pity or apprehension? He didn't remember. It was refreshing. 

"Your connection with it is... incredible. Are you..." Skye did seem worried as she reached out to his hand, looking the purple fingers over. "You are sure this doesn't hurt you?" Her brows had instantly furrowed in concern. Viktor shook his head. He replied that he appreciated it, pulling his hand back. "If, uh, if it would allow me, I would love to come back to study the Hexcore with you again!" Skye said, seeming eager, but uncertain. Viktor watched in tired amusement, glancing over at the Hexcore. It continued to roll and pulse in place, giving no indication or answer at all. He murmured in an amused tone that he was sure it wouldn't mind. Skye smiled as she got up. "I have to go to a lecture. I might be able to see you again tomorrow!" She stood with her hands clasped in front of her. "Uh, happy late birthday, Viktor. I... I know things don't seem like they're on your side right now, but I am." 

There were not enough words to put together how much Viktor felt relief to hear that. To hear that someone was with him. He gave a weak laugh and small shooing motion. "You wouldn't wish to be late to your own lecture, Professor Young." He prompted, making Skye jump and say another goodbye before hurrying out of the room. The door shut and locked. It felt... nice to still have a friend. Someone who believed him. Believed in him. Viktor stared at the desk. Jayce was really getting away with this much? Being so obviously threatening towards a professor of the Academy? What a joke. What a terrible, terrible joke.

Viktor stretched his hand over to the Hexcore and he paused as he felt Jayce's hands slide around his waist. They still avoided his bandaged side, even if they could do no damage. "What did you give me earlier?" Jayce's voice was soft and curious against the back of his shoulder. A smile pulled at Viktor's lips as he replied that it was a strawberry. A type of fruit. "And you like that fruit." Viktor replied that he did. "I liked it too." Viktor shivered as one of those hands slid down, fazing through the straps of his brace. He could feel those fingers on his thigh. The other hand slid down to rest on his navel and a rush of heat finally came to Viktor's face. He asked what it was doing. "You gave me something I liked. I should give you something you like." 

Viktor's eyes slid shut as one of the hands moved back up to cup his cheek. It felt like Jayce was in front of him now. That other hand remained rubbing circles on his thigh and making his leg twitch as the other hand tipped his head upwards. He felt lips against his own and he melted. He couldn't help it. Gods, he couldn't help it. His body gave a small shake, his hands gripping the sides of the chair. He knew if he tried to reach up, there would be nothing to hold onto. Yet he could feel that tongue push into his mouth and he struggled to keep up. The kiss tasted like strawberries. It made his heart pound in his chest and he was struggling to breathe. When those lips pulled away, Viktor took in shaking gasps of air, tears running down his flushed red face. He covered it with a hand and paused as he heard a new noise. He quickly pulled his hand back from the Hexcore as Jayce stared at him. 

The door shut behind him. He was staring at Viktor with wide eyes. "S-Skye said you two aren't supposed to be in the s-same area." Viktor said quickly, turning his head away. He closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing. 

"She didn't know I was there." Jayce answered dismissively, though his eyes didn't move from Viktor. His footsteps were quiet as he approached him. "Can I, uh, can I ask what you were just doing?" 

"N-No." Viktor responded, still trying to clear the heat from his face. He wiped his eyes with his hand, letting out a shaky sigh. "It... It was not important." His tongue was tingling. Everywhere those hands had been on his body was tingling. He paused before pulling his braced leg up all on his own, hugging it loosely against himself. Jayce was taken back as he stared at him before letting out a small scoff of disbelief. He said that the Hexcore did cure him and Viktor held up a hand. "Heals temporarily. In small bursts. And... I am unsure if it affects my... my disease." He furrowed his brow as Jayce sat down where Skye had just been. The energy in the room had changed. Viktor didn't feel relaxed anymore. "What do you want, Jayce?" 

Those golden brown eyes looked him over before softening. "I wanted to apologize for last night. I, uh, I was a little... too much." Jayce reached out and Viktor jumped as Jayce turned him so they were facing one another. He froze up as Jayce depressurized the brace and slid it off of him, letting it drop to the floor. Viktor's leg was left in Jayce's lap. "I want this to be clear, Viktor, I'm not going to hurt you again. Not like I did that night. Never again like that night." Viktor froze up as he felt Jayce start to massage his knee. "As I said, you... you've seen me at my weakest and even if it was against your will, you stayed by my side. And you always returned to me." Jayce's hands were alleviating the pain and pressure again. How was he still so good at that? It irritated Viktor a little. His heart was pounding again. 

Viktor froze up a little as one of Jayce's hands slipped higher, starting to massage strokes on his upper thigh, dipping towards the inside. "M-Mmh." Viktor clenched his jaw, his hands instantly gripping the sides of the chair. Jayce seemed like he ignoring it on purpose. His hand never moved higher than that. Viktor wrenched one of his hands from the chair, holding it up to his mouth and pressing the back of it to his lips. Jayce's voice was patient and calm as he once again asked what Viktor had been doing with the Hexcore. "Nothing... I-I'm telling you, I wa-" 

"What was it doing to you then?" Jayce's next question made him freeze up. Viktor's whole body went tense and he shivered as, just for a split second, Jayce's fingers went higher. They immediately moved back down, but Viktor's face was burning. This felt dangerous and it felt wrong. Jayce scanned him over and Viktor didn't know if he could handle the other looking at him so closely. "That's the right question, isn't it? The way you act with it makes me think that it isn't just a source of energy." His grip suddenly tightened on Viktor's knee and he let out a sharp gasp of pain. "This is purely hypothetical. I did promise I wouldn't hurt you." That was not something Viktor ever wanted to hear preface a statement directed at him. "But, hypothetically, if I were to..." His hand twisted a little and Viktor pressed himself back against the chair. "Well, I mean, if your knee was to break under... unsafe circumstances, would the Hexcore be able to heal it?" He sounded curious. 

"I don't know." Viktor answered quickly. The heat had been chased from his face, leaving him pale once more. Jayce let out a hum of acknowledgement, though he did not seem pleased with the answer. His eyes trailed up and he reached out. Viktor instantly grabbed his wrist to stop him, his eyes wide. Jayce had been reaching towards his bandaged side. His bullet wound. Jayce glanced up at him before asking why the Hexcore hadn't healed it yet. "I-I don't know, Jayce. I don't know how it works. I only know that sometimes, I am finally able to walk on my own." Viktor's voice shook. Jayce pulled his hand back, both of them resting on Viktor's knee once again. 

He started to massage it again, his thumbs rubbing deep circles into the muscles and making them twitch. Viktor's shoulders scrunched up again. "When I came in, it seemed like you were experiencing much more than the ability to walk again." Jayce commented lightly. Viktor couldn't help but look off to the side. "What did it show you?" Viktor had been about to answer before leaning back in shock as Jayce spoke again, his voice suddenly losing its composure. "Who did it show you?!" His grip tightened on Viktor's leg again and he flinched. Jayce's grip loosened again and he heard him let out a quiet sigh through his nose. "My... My apologies, I can't... I shouldn't lose my head like that." Viktor's leg was twitching in his hold. 

"How are they just letting you roam around?" Viktor asked, keeping himself pressed back. Jayce gave a quiet chuckle. 

"Oh, don't worry. They have Enforcers following me everywhere. Even when it seems like I'm alone, I know they're nearby. This is the only place they can't follow me. Because you-" He dug his thumb into the muscle and made Viktor let out a small, sharp noise. "-are considered too dangerous to allow more than one person in at a time. I mean, look at you. You've obviously been warped by the Hexcore. Who knows what you're capable of now?" He smiled at Viktor. "You're the only place I can have some time to myself." 

"H-How wonderful." Viktor managed in a strained voice. Jayce nodded, a smile tugging at his lips as he repeated the words. He finally pulled his hands back and Viktor quickly pulled his leg from him, hugging it against his chest again. His knee felt tender now. Jayce watched him curiously, tipping his head. 

"The Council wants me to see if I can create some kind of peace agreement with Silco." The words made Viktor go cold and he looked up at Jayce with wide eyes. "I know, isn't it funny? Me? What do you think my chances are?" Viktor was shaking. They were using Jayce like a chess piece. Surely he had to see that. Did he? Viktor didn't know. He couldn't tell. "I also have to present you and the Hexcore to the Council. Maybe I can just add the results of that conversation to your presentation? That'd probably be a little more efficient, huh?" Present him. Present him?? 

Viktor could only stare at Jayce. Present him like he was some kind of Progress Day invention?? He was a person! He was a human being, what did Jayce mean 'present' him?! He must've been making one hell of a face because Jayce actually seemed to shrink back a little. "Listen, Viktor, I-I know you don't like being referred to like that, but-" 

"But what?? Am I so much less than human in your eyes now?? Was I ever anything to begin with??" Viktor was growing frantic and he quickly took a breath to calm himself. "Will I get my own cage too? A glass box to be presented like some kind of insect??" His voice shook as he kept it down. Jayce quickly started to speak, insisting that wasn't what was going to happen. "What is there to present? Yes, the Hexcore has turned parts of me purple. Is that worth a presentation??" Viktor threw up his hands in frustration as he glared at him. Jayce replied that Mel seemed to think so and Viktor couldn't process that at all. "Who is Mel??" 

"Counciler Mel Merdarda. She's likely going to come see you later." Jayce's voice softened, seeming like he was trying to be reassuring. "She's beautiful and a little stern, but she won't bite." He gave a warm chuckle when he spoke about her and the stabbing pain that ripped through Viktor was enough to make him slump back against the chair. He fell quiet, squeezing his eyes shut as he slid his hand up into his hair, gripping it tightly. He muttered that Jayce sounded smitten. "Well, n-no, I just... She was willing to listen first instead of... calling Enforcers immediately. She believes in Hextech. She believes in me. She wouldn't have gotten the trial postponed if she didn't!" Jayce sounded excited. "I owe everything to her right now." Viktor stared at him before speaking, asking Jayce to leave. "Viktor, I-" 

"LEAVE!" Viktor suddenly snapped at him with such a vicious tone that it made his own head spin and he had to lean against the chair again. Jayce had jerked back, his eyes wide in shock as he stared at him. Viktor took a deep breath, tucking his hair behind his ear again. "I-I will look forward to a cordial meeting with Counciler Merdarda, th-thank you. Please get out." His voice weakened on the last few words, a bit of hoarseness creeping in. Jayce stared at him before looking taken back as Viktor sent a shooing motion his way. Viktor heard him get up and his footsteps moved to the door. He didn't hear anything for a moment before the door opened. It shut and clicked again. Why did his chest hurt so much? It felt like his heart was struggling not to explode. 

Before he could stop them, tears had erupted down his face again. He jumped as a crackle of energy hit the desk in front of him, singing the wood. He glanced over to the Hexcore. It seemed like it was rattling in place, sending stray jolts of energy outwards. Viktor reached out and he nearly fell over as he felt something tackle him from the side. He... He recognized that hug. Those arms gave him a rough squeeze, forcing a noise similar to a squeaky toy from him. "This hug is the one that comforted you the most." Jinx's voice stated confidently. And the Hexcore was right. Viktor's shoulders sank and he nodded, his head in his hand. He thanked it in a soft voice before letting out a soft laugh of disbelief as Jinx's voice spoke again. "Chin up, Stringbean!" 

Viktor almost wanted to break down into tears again. He wouldn't. He gave a weak smile. The energy from the Hexcore was spreading through his body again and he felt the arms let him go. Viktor sighed and pushed himself to his feet, standing in place for a moment before turning his chair to properly face the desk once more. He glanced around. A pile of clothes had been left for him a day or so ago and there was a bathroom attached to the room. He glanced back at the Hexcore. It seemed to be floating contentedly again. Viktor hoped the energy wouldn't run out before he was done in the bathroom. He moved over, scooping up the clothes. They were loose and soft. A note on them was in Skye's handwriting, saying that she hoped they fit. 

As Viktor slipped into the bathroom, he turned on the light and paused. It looked like an extra bar had been installed in the bathroom. Both inside the shower and along the walls. He placed the clothes down before moving to the shower and turning on the water. The pattering sound seemed to soothe something in his very soul and he closed his eyes. A private meeting with a Counciler? Wasn't he lucky? He couldn't wait to just let her gawk at him for fifteen minutes. He lifted his head and stared into the mirror before his vision suddenly splintered, pulsing for a moment. It hurt Viktor's head, but his eyes widened as he stared at himself. He hadn't taken his clothes off yet, but his reflection showed him just in the body brace. He had... Runes in his skin, seeming as if they'd been placed... unnaturally. They all let off an eerie glow and Viktor yanked himself back from the mirror, his vision returning to normal. 

His breathing was heavy and he raised a hand to his chest, curling it into the fabric above his pounding heart. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut and he swore he could see crystal clear lines of all the Runes. Each one perfectly framed in the darkness of his eyelids. He shook his head, opening his eyes. He started to undress himself, the body brace proving to, once again, be his own worse enemy. He watched it clatter to the floor before moving into the shower. His hands were shaky as they undid the bandages from his side, revealing the stitched wound. He would have to be careful. He climbed into the shower, jumping back a little before hesitantly moving forward again. He gave a small shiver as the water ran over him. He'd been so used to cold showers. He squeezed his eyes shut. To have a warm shower again was... Viktor trembled, his hand raised to his forehead again. Shampoo and conditioner seemed like it had been provided. 

Running the soapy mixture over his scalp made his fingers twitch. He wouldn't ever admit it to Jayce, but the truth was that he couldn't quite feel temperature in the very tips of his fingers anymore. He tipped his head back, allowing the soap to wash out. He didn't remember his hair having gotten this long. Jayce had cut his. Shaved his beard. He seemed to have settled back right into his silly old Piltover life and then some. And what of Viktor? He reached up, tugging at his hair. He couldn't cut it. Not when he and Jinx had agreed to grow it out together in 'solidarity.' He squeezed his eyes shut, a lump in his throat. Gods, he should've asked Jayce to check if Jinx was alive. He paused. Would Jayce have done it? And if he did, would he lie to Viktor? Viktor just wanted to know... 

He finished his shower and he got out, drying himself off with the towel. After a moment or so of having to quite literally convince himself to do it, Viktor put the body brace back on. Well, he put it on best he could. The outfit Skye had gotten him did fit quite well and was significantly less annoying. It seemed his sizing hadn't exactly changed from the last time they'd seen each other. He wore a dark red collared shirt with a white sweater vest and white pants along with black shoes. The looseness of the sweater vest was appreciated, especially considering he hadn't been provided more bandages to wrap around his bullet wound. The towel remained over his head as he opened the door and moved out of the bathroom. 

There was the first crackling of the magic leaving his leg and he knew he would not make it back to the desk in time. He diverted his path to the couch and sat down just before his leg seemed to lose all feeling. His knee ached and he could only wonder if it was from Jayce's rough handling earlier. He paused as he felt something and spoke up immediately. "I would not touch that if I were you." He glanced over as the woman leaned next to the Hexcore pulled her hand back. She was draped in slim-fitting white and Jayce had been right. She was beautiful. She held a sophisticated and calculating energy about her. However, Viktor was done with being intimidated and he was finished with games. He pulled the towel off his head, starting to fix his hair as the woman approached him. "I was not aware that he meant you would be visiting today, Counciler Merdarda." 

Viktor's eyes trailed towards the door. It was cracked open and he could hear the Enforcers outside. Good gods, what had Jayce told them he was capable of? He couldn't even walk. "I hope I am not an inconvenience by doing so." The woman answered, her hand brushing over the top of a chair before she picked it up and brought it over, settling herself down into it properly. Viktor bit back the scathing response he wanted to give and looked away. No. She wasn't the one to be mad at. She didn't deserve that. He calmed himself before glancing over.

"...Of course not, Counciler. How can I help you?"   

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"You and the Hexcore have become objects of great interest within the Piltover Council..." Mel's voice became unprocessed background noise as Viktor unfocused instantly, unable to even keep listening after a few words. Objects? Maybe he wouldn't be able to keep his composure as easily as he thought. He was still absentmindedly trying to braid his hair back, Mel's voice having become nothing more than a droning hum. He jumped as he suddenly heard her speak again in a sharp tone. "Viktor." Oh, she did know his name? Viktor's eyes slowly flitted up to her and she seemed to be scanning him over. She had been sitting with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap, but she furrowed her brow. "...I believe you may not be listening to me." 

"Mm. Do tell, Counciler." Viktor replied, facing forward and trying to mess with his hair again. His fingers were shaky and the lack of feeling in his fingertips very much wasn't doing him any favors. He could tell his answer irritated Mel, but she took a breath and seemed to compose herself before trying again. 

"Viktor." Mel's tone had softened in just the slightest, Viktor glancing over at her again. "You are going to put knots in your hair, please just let me do it for you." She was already taking off her rings, seeming slightly exasperated. Viktor paused, lowering his hands before nodding. Mel got up and Viktor felt the couch shift behind him. "Loose?" Viktor replied with a soft 'yes, please' and he felt fingers moving through his hair. He remained silent, but Mel soon spoke again. "Something about my words displeased you before. What was it?" She asked. Viktor paused. She was observant. Did she mean her words? Did she care?

"Perhaps in the time I've been gone from Piltover and the Academy, the word 'object' has expanded its definitions to involve human beings?" Viktor questioned lightly. He lifted his hand, studying his fingers as he felt Mel's hands pause. "Or perhaps I'm just thinking too highly of myself..." Mel tied his braid off and he wasn't sure with what until he saw her roll the sleeves of her dress back up. She kept golden hair ties on her wrists. Mel had gotten up, moving back to her chair and sitting down again. She did seem to have a slightly guilty look on her face at first before hiding it beneath a professional demeanor. 

"Ah. I apologize, Viktor, that wording may have been... a bit much. I wasn't aware of how deeply you felt about your... state." She gestured to his hands and Viktor glanced over at her, trying to gauge if her apology was genuine. Mel kept her hands in her lap. "I am not here to poke or prod at you. Nor do I want you to feel bad about your situation, considering... you did not ask for any of it." Viktor paused, his fingers having reached up to touch at the braid. 

"And yet... I am still the one locked in this room... while he roams free?" Viktor's voice was soft and it shook slightly in disbelief. Mel stared at him and her hands visibly tightened a little. "You understand the scale of what he's done, but for the sake of progress... you'll overlook all the lives he's taken?? Including mine?" His angered voice quickly became defeated by the end. "You do know, don't you, Counciler??" Mel replied that she did and Viktor raised his hand to his forehead, leaning against the back of the couch. 

"Viktor, I hope this is of some consolation to you, but Jayce Talis will not be left alive. We need his mind and his research for right now, but once he's put everything in place, I assure you... This world will not be a place for him any longer." Mel stared at him quietly. Her professional neutrality seemed to crack again and her shoulders sank ever so slightly. "I know how unfair this all has been to you. It's almost over." Her tone was promising and Viktor could only look back at her. "If you could hold out a little longer, Viktor, you'll be free of this." 

"And you can guarantee this?" Viktor asked quietly. Mel responded that she'd led the vote for it. That did alleviate Viktor's apprehension towards her just a little and he gave a small nod. There was another problem at hand. "And this... presentation? What is he supposed to be showing to all of you? That my skin can change color?" Viktor held up his hand, showing off his purple fingers. Mel shook her head. 

"It has more to do with your... mobility." She stated gently, gesturing to his leg. "It's to my understanding that you are able to walk after touching the Hexcore, while you are not able to do so normally." Viktor replied that it was a temporary reprieve. "A few of my fellow Council members took... interest in this." Viktor glanced down at his leg before looking back up at her. "Could you show me, Viktor?" He stared at her before letting out a quiet sigh through his nose. He started to say that he would need help getting to the desk again, but Mel stopped him. "I was... hesitant to bring this, but Jayce had insisted on it. He said he'd... discussed this with you before." She got up, making her way over to the door before picking up something that had been propped against the wall. A bitter laugh left Viktor as he saw it, Mel already seeming concerned as she brought the crutch back over to him. "He made it for you." 

"Of course he did." Viktor muttered, his head in his hand. He reached out to it, taking it from her hands before shakily tucking it under his shoulder. To even use it felt like he was admitting defeat to Jayce. What a tragedy. Mel stepped aside as Viktor limped forward, finally reaching the desk and leaning against it. He leaned the crutch up against it, his fingers ghosting over it. It was made of a white-painted, smooth metal. Light. Both the area he had tucked under his arm and the lower handle were cushioned. Hand-stitched once again. That stupid diamond was imprinted on it again, with the same forging hammer inside. Jayce seemed fond of it. Viktor pulled his eyes from the crutch, shaking his head. He paused as he heard Mel speak again, asking if it was safe for him to do this. Viktor glanced back. "This is as far as it has warped my skin, no matter how many times I interact with it again. If you are worried about me turning completely purple before your eyes... don't be." His vaguely joking tone seemed to surprise Mel and he swore he saw a faint smile quirk her lips. 

Viktor reached out to the Hexcore again. The moment the energy touched his fingers, his chest ached as he heard Jinx, who sounded guarded. "Is she safe? What does she want??" Her voice cracked a little. He could feel her holding onto his arm. "What, are we putting on a show for her?" Unfortunately they were. "Ugh." He felt Jinx's hands disappear as he pulled his crackling fingers back. He reached down to his leg and placed his hand down. Feeling the energy spread through his skin each time had gotten him used to the burning. He inhaled shakily. The length of time he was able to walk always seemed to vary when he wasn't wearing the leg brace. He paused before taking a few steps forward, shaking his hand to disperse the last of the crackling. He could feel Mel watching him as he crossed his arms, continuing his pacing. Was he done yet?? 

"Is there something you're looking for, Counciler?" Viktor finally asked, shooting a look over at her. Mel seemed to startle and she gestured to the chair. Viktor made his way back over, settling down just as his leg started making that crackling noise. It hadn't lasted long at all this time. "You think that little 'magic trick' will be enough to entertain the Council?" Viktor's words were bitter and he had to suppress his eye roll as Mel stated that he wouldn't be there to entertain them. "Yes, of course." It was quiet and Viktor looked up. "You were the one who postponed his trial." Mel froze up a little and Viktor spoke again before she could. "He told me." His eyes moved to meet hers. "You wanted progress for the City of Piltover so badly?" Mel's hands tightened as she stated that progress is what moved them forward. "Mm. Hard to do so with a city of corpses, don't you think?" 

"He is under control. He is under careful watch from the Enforcers and is placed under both the supervision of myself and Professor Heimerdinger." Mel said firmly. Oh, was that why he hadn't gotten a visit from his former mentor? Was he too busy working with Jayce? That had been a slap of betrayal he hadn't expected, but at the same time, science of this degree... of course Heimerdinger would want to see it. Viktor scoffed softly and shook his head. 

"Is he now? Even sent off on a peace mission to Silco?" Viktor asked, raising a brow. That seemed to finally break Mel's professionalism and she rolled her eyes with a small scoff, asking just how much Jayce had told him. "Jayce likes to tell me everything. Likely to let me know how much better his situation is compared to mine. He is, eh, a little egotistical like that." Viktor replied, leaning back against the chair. He scanned her over. "Even Silco kept him far from himself, Counciler. He knows how dangerous he is." Mel replied that was one of the reasons she'd sent him. "And you believe intimidation with a loose cannon will bring peace to our cities? If he succeeds, you've given a murderer a savior complex." Viktor said, staring at her. 

"Your worries are justified, Viktor, but it will all be dealt with." Mel said firmly. Would it? Viktor had gotten quite good at giving extremely unamused looks and Mel sighed through her nose. "I know none of this seems fair, Viktor. But there are things we must do and choices we must make for the better of everyone." 

"Oh, spare me." Viktor stated flatly before his shoulders sank. He squeezed his eyes shut, sliding a hand up into his hair. "...When is Jayce to go to the undercity?" He heard Mel pause before replying it would likely be in the next couple of days. "Could you have him ask Silco about, uh, my... my sister?" Viktor saw Mel freeze up. "I do not believe he'll tell me the truth if I ask him to do it. They did... They did not get along." Mel was quiet before asking what his sister's name was. "No names will need to be mentioned. He... He knows." Mel started to speak again and Viktor stopped her. "I just want to know if she's alive." That seemed to genuinely shake Mel for a moment. "Please, Counciler. I have... I did not grow up with siblings... She was what I had. I don't know if I could... handle her fate being a... a mystery to me." His voice was strained. Mel's hands were slightly trembling. She responded that she would do her best to let him know and it did sound genuine. It even sounded personal for her. There was humanity. Something empathetic. There was... Viktor sighed. There was a good heart.

"Please stop thinking like a Council member and think like a civilian, Miss Merdarda." His voice had weakened so much that Mel couldn't even seem to be mad about him not addressing her by her title. "If you heard that this was the man spearheading our technological advancements. The same man that killed Enforcers and students alike. Indiscriminately. A murderer. A kidnapper. If you heard that as a civilian, would you still have faith in the Council? Or would you believe they've lost their minds?" Mel's hands tightened and she glanced up at him before her eyes moved away. "...I believe I would like to rest, Counciler. I hope you have some better way to keep him under control. And I pray that this kind of..." What was a good word for this disaster? "...investment... works out in your favor." 

Viktor sighed and turned back to the desk, resting his head in his arms. He heard Mel's footsteps retreat to the door and it was heard shutting and locking. Well, at least Viktor could have some slight hope that Jayce actually wasn't the master manipulator this time. It hurt, but he did understand Mel's plan. If he had the opportunity to end the conflict between Zaun and Piltover, all while launching Piltover into a new golden age, why wouldn't he take it? It was just... bad luck that the man they needed to do it happened to be Jayce Talis. Viktor slid his hand up into his hair again. At the bare minimum, he had confidence that Mel would be able to get him an update about Jinx. Jayce didn't seem like he was able to refuse her. At least, not yet. Viktor felt she was far too optimistic about the control she held over him.

His hand moved up to the braid and he felt a little twinge of jealousy. Why couldn't he be good at braiding like that?? She'd done it so quickly. With her hairstyle, it didn't surprise him, but he was certainly envious. He could've given Jinx higher quality braids for her to drag all over the floor. He glanced over at the Hexcore before his eyes trailed down to his leg. He leaned down, rolling up his pant leg to show his corrupted purple skin. It made him crinkle his nose a little. He hesitated before reaching out to the Hexcore again. He paused as he slid his eyes shut, feeling Jayce's warm hands on his stomach. It felt like he was leaning against him. "You repeat that word a lot." Jayce's voice said softly. Viktor asked which one. "Trust." Viktor trembled a little. "You are... trusting... that the Counciler will bring you the information you desire. You are trusting that he will not lie to you." Viktor blinked as he felt Jayce's arms wrap gently around his waist. "Do you trust me?" 

"...It is too soon to say." Viktor replied softly. Jayce's voice made a small noise of acknowledgment before saying that it understood. Viktor shivered as he felt a nose gently press to the side of his neck. He heard Jayce's voice say that it hadn't thought of that and Viktor paused. "Thought of what?" Instantly, his entire body trembled and a soft noise left his throat as he felt breath against his neck. Instead of lips, he felt teeth. Jayce's sharp canines dragging along his skin. Viktor raised a hand to his mouth, his face flushing completely red again. He wouldn't dare say it out loud, but he knew it could hear him.

"Are you sure?" Jayce's voice sounded surprised and Viktor shivered again. "It will not leave the marks you want. What you're looking for... I do not have the physicality to provide." Viktor's heart had sped up. "...Are you afraid you'll bleed?" Viktor let out a shuddering breath at that gentle statement. Those sharp canines kept touching down along different parts of his neck and shoulders. "Are you afraid he'll see them? Of what... he'll... do..?" Viktor didn't have any time to answer before he felt those teeth. The feeling that erupted alongside them shook him to his core and a filthy noise escaped him as he tipped his head back. He felt those teeth pull from his shoulder and he shakily raised a hand. There was no mark. Only the feeling. His hand switched to his mouth, his heavy breath shakily moving through his fingers. "You liked that a lot." Viktor's face went completely hot and he pulled his hand back from the Hexcore. 

He tried to cool his face and focus. He pressed his hand down to his exposed leg, watching as the energy carried through the 'cracks.' Viktor paused, trying to vent the last of the heat from his face with a weak breath. There. He shifted his leg. Ever so faintly, he could see Runes illuminated on his skin. They were too blurred for him to make out. None of them were Jayce's Acceleration Rune, that was for sure. He reached down and traced his fingers over it before pausing. Each Rune felt like... an imprint. An imprint. Viktor froze up before looking under the desk. He reached out and grabbed the leg brace, dragging it over to himself. He pulled the leg brace up onto his lap before starting to inspect the inside. Right where the brace clamped down straight to his skin, it seemed there were Runes carved right into the metal. Viktor reached out, tracing his fingers over them. Power. Resolve. He did recognize a few of these. His chest ached. 

Was this why he could walk so much longer with the brace on? And after he'd just taken it off? Because the Runes had been stamped into his skin for the Hexcore to power? His entire body went cold as he held the metal. Had Jayce already known?? Viktor hesitated before pulling up the side of his shirt and tugging at one of the straps on his body brace, turning it over. He covered his mouth, his heart shaking in his chest. More Runes. Why hadn't he said anything?? Was this why he'd been so focused on the braces?? Had he known the Hexcore alone wouldn't do the job?? The guilt that bubbled up into Viktor's chest almost made him sick. He'd known. He instantly squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head into his hands. Tears were welling in his eyes and frustration was burning in his throat. 

That didn't mean he couldn't be angry with Jayce. That's not what that meant at all, but... Good gods. Jayce had actually been trying. Viktor swore aloud, his voice shaking. He leaned back against the desk with a loud rattle and heard small crackling again. "I-I'm fine. I'm fine." He tried to speak in an assuring tone, but he was certainly fooling no one. He glanced to the side, watching the Hexcore crackle in what seemed to be panic again. He reached out and inhaled shakily as he felt those large, warm arms wrap around him. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He could only say it like this. Only to this version of him. He felt Jayce's arms release him and his hands moved to cup his face again. Lips pressed against his forehead. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't know." Jayce's lips were felt against his and Viktor trembled. The kiss never grew any deeper, only seeming to be a gentle surface level one. When he felt the lips pull away, Viktor's face was red again and tears ran down his cheeks. He trembled as he felt Jayce's forehead press against his. Viktor slowly pulled his hand from the Hexcore once more and felt all of Jayce disappear. 

Viktor let out a shaky sigh, wiping his eyes with a sleeve as he pulled his shirt back down. There was a throbbing pain in his side and he inhaled weakly. He could feel the stitches. Was there anyway to get bandages or medicine for that? He leaned over and rolled his pants leg back down before reaching out for the crutch. He tucked it under his side before standing, moving around and starting to search. This room really did seem like it had been an old lab of sorts. Surely it would have a... Viktor perked up, moving over to the box on the wall. He unclipped it, the dusty glass case swinging open to reveal a first aid kit. It would have basic bandages and medicine. He'd seen people killed in Zaun over these. The thought made his heart clench. He moved back over to the desk and set the crutch down. 

He paused before looking up at the Hexcore. He wondered if there was any way to show it how to do things like this. Unfortunately, he'd need both of his hands. He pulled his shirt up, applying the medicine first. Again, the lack of feeling in his fingertips wasn't doing him any favors here, but he was managing. He pulled the biggest adhesive bandages from the kit, placing one over the wound in his front and the wound in his back. It... It felt a little better at least. He sighed and stretched his hand out. There was another crackle and he jumped as he felt Jayce's hand over the bandages. "Am I able to help?" He sounded worried and confused. Viktor replied that he didn't know in a soft voice. That what the Hexcore was capable of was a mystery to him. "A mystery to myself as well." It sounded a little frustrated. Viktor flinched, a small noise of pain escaping him as energy crackled over his wound as Jayce's hand cupped it. It felt like it had pierced through both the bandage and his skin. Viktor's tears had sprung right back into his eyes and he pulled his hand back, Jayce felt disappearing again. His side felt... different. 

He hesitated before pulling his shirt back up. Instantly, his eyes widened in shock. His skin was a dark purple beneath the bandages, which seemed to have wrinkled as well. He couldn't... feel the wound anymore. He reached down, picking at the edge of the bandage before pulling it off. Where the stitches had been appeared to be a line of golden pieces, vaguely resembling them. Viktor was momentarily stunned, reaching down and brushing his fingers over them. They were hard pieces embedded into his skin. Viktor glanced up at the Hexcore again, his throat tight with uncertainty. Was this... Was this healing? He lowered his shirt again, his hand sliding up into his hair as he tried to think. Something... just didn't feel right.

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Sleeping was one of the most difficult things that Viktor had done in a while. He was hunched over the desk next to the Hexcore. This was the third time he'd woken up. The Hexcore's hum was soft and thrumming. Viktor could swear he felt it in his bones. He gave a small shiver, finally blinking his eyes open again. He had been facing away from it, but he lifted his head and glanced over. The entire room was illuminated in those dancing, spiraling patterns that the Hexcore projected. Viktor could still see the gear spinning in the center. His eyes were heavy, but no matter how often he closed them, he wouldn't sink. He reached out, resting his hand against the lower part of the stand. The Hexcore buzzed before moving down to his fingers. 

Viktor felt those warm arms wrap around him. "You can't sleep, Vik?" Jayce's voice was soft as Viktor felt him nudge his neck. Viktor shook his head, saying it had been getting harder and harder for him. "Is it always hard to sleep?" Viktor gave a small shrug as he closed his eyes, sighing weakly. He hadn't been provided with anything for sleeping. He had a couch. That was it. Nothing on it but the cushions. If he was going to destroy his posture and what was left of his leg, he may as well fully commit by sleeping at the desk. He felt the other's chin rest on top of his head and it brought a small scoff of amusement out of him. "You are thinking of him again."

"Of course. You sound like him." Viktor replied softly. Jayce's voice made a small noise of acknowledgment. Viktor's arms relaxed and he felt Jayce's hands move up. They slid down his arms before his hands settled over both of Viktor's. Viktor was reminded of how entertained Jayce had seemed about their hand sizes. His face burned a little in embarrassment. He ever so slightly lifted his fingers on the hand resting on the desk and it felt like Jayce's were moving under them. Holding his hand. He swore he felt Jayce's hand even give his a small squeeze before both of them started to trace back up his arms again, sliding over his shoulders and each one pressing against his shoulder blades. 

Viktor shivered, one hand curling into a small fist against the desk as he felt those lips against his nape. Just like he had before. Just like he had before. The hands left his shoulders, wrapping around his waist and torso again. It felt like Jayce was holding him close. Protecting his body with his own. It made Viktor's heart twist. He paused as Jayce's voice asked what it could do to help. "I'm not sure if... you'd be able to assist with sleep." He admitted quietly. He shivered softly as he felt one of those hands rest on his navel again. The other hand slid down to rest on the top strap of his leg brace. He could feel it on his thigh. "Y-Your hands like to wander." 

"You like when they do. Am I reading your mind wrong?" Jayce's voice sounded slightly worried and Viktor wouldn't answer, burying his face into his arm. He never needed to say anything out loud. "Alright. I just want to give you what you want. Even if I don't understand why you yearn for it." The voice was gentle and Viktor inhaled sharply as he felt the hand on his navel seem to push inside his body. "Why you yearn for him." Viktor's fingers instantly snagged into the wood of the desk as he made a small noise. "Even if... you don't understand." That hand felt like it was swirling inside the deepest parts of him and he made another tiny, filthy noise, trying to muffle himself. It felt like he was being touched from the inside out and he drew in tiny, gasping breaths. He swore softly, his face having heated up dangerously fast. The hand roamed down and Viktor let out a loud groan as he felt like he was being touched directly.

"T-Too much! Too much." He finally managed to whisper out. The hand instantly pulled out of him, Jayce's voice heard apologizing softly. Viktor was quivering against the desk, his legs squeezed together. "I-It's alright." He tried to assure it quietly. He was panting, his heart racing unsteadily. He shivered as he felt lips pressing along his shoulders and neck. He let out a small noise before that electrifying feeling ripped through his body as he felt those sharp canines dig into the side of his throat. "HAH!!" He couldn't stop the noise he let out, covering his mouth in shock. There was loud crackling and he could only keep himself scrunched up against the desk for a moment, tears finally felt escaping down his face. He'd yanked both his hands back to cover his head. His whole body was crackling with energy. It felt raw and painful. 

Had he been touching the Hexcore for too long?? He didn't know. He trembled as he felt Jayce's arms around his waist. He didn't know. Jayce's voice was soft as it asked if Viktor was okay. "I-I don't know. Th-That's never happened before." He said in a shaky voice. Jayce's voice asked if there was any pain and he nodded. It was all over. There was pain all over. He felt Jayce's arms unwrap from his waist and he shivered as he felt one of his hands grip his thigh, rubbing his thumb in a circle. His other hand moved onto his other thigh to repeat the same movements and Viktor let out a weak noise, hiding his face in his arms. His legs were squeezing together again. He felt warm breath against the back of his neck again. Jayce's voice asked if it was still him Viktor wanted. Anyone else be Hexcore changed into would be a nightmare for him right now. "Remain as him... please." Viktor's body felt fried. He must've been touching the Hexcore for too long. He swore he could still feel electricity under his skin. 

Viktor couldn't help the small, shaky noise that escaped him as he felt those sharp canines press against his skin again. Jayce's voice asked what he wanted him to do and Viktor inhaled shakily. His breath was so close. His teeth were so close. He couldn't. He couldn't do this. Could he? Could he really just...? "Bite me." He managed in the softest whisper imaginable. It was enough. He cried out, having to muffle his noise as he felt those teeth sink into the side of his neck. He was left panting again. It was right where it had bitten before. Somehow, the bite felt even deeper with his tender body. The teeth pulled from his skin and he inhaled shakily as one of the hands moved. This was shameful. This was not what the Hexcore was to be used for. These were not behaviors he wanted it to learn. But he... he didn't want to stop it. He couldn't. Viktor kept his face buried as those fingers ghosted over the twitching bulge in his pants. This was terrible. This was terrible and shameful. What was he doing?? What was he doing?? Jayce's voice asked what he wanted again. "Touch me." His voice was barely a breath. It was enough. Viktor let out a shaky, desperate breath as he felt those fingers press against him, massaging the bulge in small strokes. "Hah!" His voice escaped him. 

Viktor's nails were digging into the wood of the desk, even if he couldn't feel it. The other hand on his thigh pushed it outwards so he was sitting with his legs open, though his ankles were still hooked on one another beneath the chair. The touches just weren't enough. They weren't enough and Viktor felt more tears well in his eyes. One of Jayce's hands was suddenly felt on his lower back, having left his spine. It slid around to cup his hip, the fingers just barely resting on the waistband of his pants. That hand was holding almost the entirety of his hip and it was warm. Viktor trembled, not liking how much the feeling excited him. Jayce's voice spoke again, asking if Viktor thought he would ever touch him like this. Viktor inhaled shakily. "Wh-Why would he want to? Just to toy with me again?" Jayce's voice said that he wanted it. That he wanted him. "Don't say such things... Don't... I-I can't let myself think such things." Jayce's voice murmured an apology before his hand brushed its knuckles just barely over Viktor's clothed bulge and he couldn't take it anymore. There was a loud crackling as Viktor's legs twitched. A filthy noise escaped him and he was left panting against the desk. Jayce's hands had withdrawn from him and he didn't feel him anymore. 

Viktor blinked open his teary eyes, continuing to drag in soft breaths. He was burning up now and he buried his face in his arms. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He couldn't help the words escaping him. He felt dirty. The Hexcore pulsed quietly. That was not what it was to be used for. It was supposed to help people. Not fulfill any filthy desires that Viktor had suppressed inside of him. He shakily lifted his head and slid his hands up into his hair. What was wrong with him?? He hadn't even been touched. Had he really just...? Had he...?He slid his eyes shut, allowing his head to slip down his arms as he finally, finally felt himself pulling into the darkness. 

There was a click and Viktor stirred. His body was sore when he woke up again. Sleeping how he had, mixed with very likely being electrocuted by the Hexcore was certainly a terrible combination. He furrowed his brow, starting to lean up. What had clicked? He blinked open his eyes in confusion before startling backwards in shock as a plate of food was slammed down on the table in front of him. His hand flew to his neck and he quickly turned, scanning over Jayce's unreadable eyes. Viktor's heart was shaking and his breathing was weak. Why was Jayce looking at him like that?? The other seemed like he'd been bringing him breakfast, but now... Viktor pressed himself back against the table. That dangerous look was in his eyes. "Sir." They both looked over as there was another voice. The Enforcer that seemed to have followed Jayce looked uncertain as he beckoned to him. "Exit the room please." 

Jayce's piercing eyes moved back over to Viktor again and he looked him over one more time before turning and moving back to the Enforcer without a word. "It was agreed in your conditions that displays of aggression were prohi-" The Enforcer's firm tone was cut off as the door shut behind the both of them. Viktor could only stare at the shut door in disbelief. What had that been?? What had he done? It took Viktor a moment to start moving again. He shakily turned back towards the table and studied the plate. It looked like it was pie and a cup of fruit slices. The slices had been knocked from their cup and the pie slice was awkwardly slanted now. Viktor stared at it. He'd never been woken up like that. He'd never woken up in fear like that. Even when he'd lived with him for seven years, Jayce had never... 

Viktor shifted his legs before instantly shutting his eyes and crinkling his nose in disgust. He would have to wash himself again. And the clothes. He glanced back at the door. There was no way Jayce would've noticed that. So what had he been upset about? Viktor didn't understand and it distressed him. He slid his hand up into his hair again. He didn't even want to eat. Why did he look at him like that?? He turned and reached out to his crutch. He grasped it and pushed himself to his feet, quickly limping back towards the bathroom. He slipped inside and turned on the light, already started to pull the vest off. He tugged it off and threw it onto the counter before turning the shower on. His shirt came next, followed by the leg brace. Ugh. His undergarments were the problem. He had to lean against the wall to fully take everything off. He separated the pants, throwing them up onto the counter as well with his collared shirt. Using the bars installed on the walls, he managed to slip into the shower. 

Once he felt clean, the only thing he felt he could do at the moment was sink to his knees. He stared at the wall in front of him. A gold glint caught his eye and reached out, snagging the gold hair tie before it could drift further. It had slipped from his hair under the force of the water. He stared at it quietly. Was that what Jayce was upset about?? Viktor didn't get it. Mel had given the hair tie to Viktor willingly. He shakily moved his other hand up, sliding it through his wet hair and untangling the braid. His hair dangled around his face again. His hands were so shaky as he moved the hairtie to his wrist. He wasn't... He wasn't scared of Jayce, but the look had certainly upset him. Viktor was incredibly upset. He was upset with Jayce. He was upset with himself. He was upset with Mel. With everyone. With everything. 

Viktor could only sit in silence for another few moments. He glanced down at his darkened leg, reaching out with his free hand and tracing over the Runes impressed in his skin. Gods, he felt like he was going to be sick again. And Jayce hadn't even been mad about this?? Why had he just let Viktor yell at him?? Why hadn't he said anything? Viktor didn't understand him. Every time he thought he had it, he didn't. Every time he thought he had him pinned down, he'd never been farther. What was wrong?? Viktor had never felt so frustrated in his life. And even then! Why was he so frustrated about this?? There were much bigger things for him to be upset about, why was it this?? Why was it always Jayce?? It... It really was always Jayce. Gods... that bastard. 

Viktor glanced up, using the bar inside the shower to stand. He reached back, turning off the water before slipping out. He pulled the towel that he'd folded the night prior off the counter, wrapping it around himself again. He dried off and paused. He wouldn't have any undergarments until they brought him new ones. Viktor relented, pulling the pants on with an uncomfortable shiver. Awful. Terrible. He hated it. He hated this. His nose was infinitely crinkled and it only annoyed him further that the body brace was the next thing he had to put on. After several minutes of testing his patience, he was relieved to hear all the magnets click into place. His shirt came next and his fingers were shaking as he tried to button it up. 

His... His body ached. He'd been trying not to acknowledge it and the small burst of adrenaline he'd gotten from the Jayce scare was starting to wear off. But good gods, he really was sore. He really had been electrocuted, hadn't he? He supposed that was the one good thing that came with already not having feeling in his fingertips. He hadn't even realized it at first. He reached out to the sweater vest last and looked it over in his hands. It looked soft. Knowing Skye, it probably was. It was shame he couldn't feel it immediately. He set it back down on the counter before rolling his sleeve up just a little. He placed the lower part of the back of his hand against the fabric and a tired smile tugged at his lips. He'd been right. It was extremely soft. He rolled his sleeve back down before pulling the vest on again.  

Viktor turned to the mirror, studying himself quietly. After a moment, he nodded. Yes, he still looked like he'd crawled through a blizzard. He supposed it was good enough. His hair was still wet and dangling around his face, but he reached up. At the very least, he could accommodate it to the proper part. He stared at himself again before he reached out to his crutch. Something caught his eye and made him freeze. 

That wasn't good. That really wasn't good. His whole body had gone stiff and he could barely move his arm. He managed to do so, his fingers weakly snagging the collar of his shirt before pulling it back just a little. His other hand moved up to his mouth and he turned his head away, releasing his shirt collar and hugging his other arm against himself. How had that happened?? How had that happened? It was impossible. The guilt was eating away at his stomach. Was... Was this what Jayce was mad about?? Why was it still there?? He just...

Those hands? That breath? That voice? Those teeth? Those teeth. Those teeth. Viktor reached up again, tugging his shirt collar aside to look at the bruised bitemark on the side of his neck. He didn't understand. His shoulders sank. He didn't know whether he was about to cry or be sick. He just....

He didn't understand. 

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Viktor hadn't seen Jayce in almost two days. He was scheduled to leave for Zaun early the next morning and Viktor was so anxious, he hadn't eaten a damn thing. All of the plates they brought him were on the desk. Each time an Enforcer brought a new one, they'd left with either pity, horror, or even worry in their eyes. Occasionally all of the above. He still didn't have any new undergarments either, since he was too prideful to just ask for them. Skye had been busy with her lectures and Viktor had actually managed to miss the only time Heimerdinger had an opportunity to come see him by sleeping. It really felt like everything had turned for the worst. He felt... alone. The Hexcore hadn't manifested anyone ever since that night, though it did still seem to respond when Viktor touched it. He was worried he'd burned it out when he'd electrocuted himself. That he'd taken too much.

He sat on the couch, his crutch laid against his lap. He still hadn't put his hair up, allowing it to dangle loosely around his head. He'd slipped the gloves back on to hide his purple fingers. He wanted the Enforcers to stop glancing at them. He'd worked himself up to actually talking to a few of them, asking about Skye and even Jayce. When he asked about Jayce, they would always give him worried or confused looks. Apparently, Jayce had been getting himself in trouble over the past several days for trying to repeatedly build a weapon in the forge. However, Viktor could only laugh when he'd heard what it was. A hammer. A giant hammer. Of course it was.  Jayce had mentioned wanting one over their years together. Something to remind him of his father. 

Viktor stared at the ceiling before moving one of his arms. He raised his hand to the side of his neck, where he had applied medicine and a bandage to the bitemark. He had used the last large one in the kit to cover it. He still didn't even know what Jayce thought. He... He didn't even know what he thought. Had the Hexcore managed to breach its way into reality, if only for a moment? Was that why it had burned out?? Had he pushed it too far? Viktor's hands tightened on his crutch. He knew Jayce had seen him... interacting with the Hexcore, but he was also worried that Jayce had thought it was Mel. He hadn't heard anything about either of them, but it sounded like Jayce still hadn't killed anyone, so maybe that wasn't the case either. The worry of it all felt like it had been eating away at Viktor's very core. Even worse...

He'd started coughing again. 

It really made him wonder if he'd been slated to die maybe a week prior. The Hexcore had extended his life it seemed, but really, how much? Viktor's eyes were heavy again and he trembled as he tried to close them. Sleeping had started coming easier, yet he only woke up more and more exhausted each time. He had a feeling this was his body trying to prepare him for inevitability. It... It scared him. He was... Gods, he was scared. He looked over at the Hexcore, watching it spin and pulse. The door opening to the main hall nearly made his soul leave his body and when he saw who it was, he was sure it would. That itch erupted in his throat and he managed to cover his mouth, coughing weakly. Jayce stared at him, carrying something over his arm. "Am I interrupting?" 

Viktor was a little guarded as he pressed himself back against the couch. He furrowed his brow as Jayce seemed to tell someone outside that he would be alright. No?? No, they wouldn't. At least, Viktor wouldn't. He could only smash himself back against the cushions so much as Jayce approached him before he jumped as something landed with a soft puff next to him. Viktor managed to pull his eyes away from Jayce and he instantly paused. He glanced up at him again in confusion, his hand already stretching out to the massive, dark blue blanket. He curled his fingers into it before tugging it over to himself. He flinched as Jayce leaned down, seeming to look him over. "You're scared of me again?" Jayce asked, sounding surprised. "Was it that convincing?" Was... What??

Viktor opened his eyes and looked back at Jayce, his body tense. What?? "What?" He managed in a shaky voice. Jayce brushed some hair out of his face, still giving that grin. 

"I wasn't really mad the other day. It was just for show." Jayce said, chuckling. "I must've done a pretty good job though, huh?" The way he said it so proudly and casually... like it hadn't been eating Viktor alive for the past two days. Viktor could only stare at him and he could tell the moment his face must've changed because Jayce's grin instantly because nervous as he shrank back. "Oh, uh, were you actually worried about that?" He had knelt down, but he grunted in pain as Viktor slammed his metal foot straight against his chest. Viktor's hands were shaking as they curled into the cushions.

"I hate you." Viktor tried to put every bit of poison he had into those words, but it didn't seem to affect Jayce at all. Jayce watched him quietly before responding that he didn't. "I do. I hate you." Viktor tried again, his voice shaking again. Jayce continued to watch him with a warm look and Viktor shrank back a little. Jayce moved forward on his knees, resting his cheek against Viktor's braced knee as his fingers traced over it. "I...I hate you..." 

"No. I don't think you do." Jayce replied, his voice soft and amused. "You certainly didn't seem to hate me the other night." Viktor froze up and the tears finally escaped down his face. "You burned out the Hexcore pretty bad. I, uh, I was kind of banking on your body being pretty sensitive afterwards and it seemed like I was right." Jayce pushed himself up, leaning forward as his eyes became dangerous again, piercing right into Viktor's as he leaned in. "What did you think I'd do to you? I didn't think my... acting actually scared you. Were you shaking?" Jayce asked quietly. He was. He was doing it right now. Jayce's hand reached up and a sharp, shivering breath left Viktor as he felt those grey-stained fingers press lightly against his chest. "Did you think I'd turn you to dust?" 

A slight burning had started to spread over Viktor's face and he screwed his teary eyes shut, inhaling shakily as he heard Jayce's voice next to his head, his breath warm on his ear. "Or did you think I'd hurt someone else?" Jayce's breath started to move down and Viktor inhaled shakily as he felt it against his neck. More than ever, he was convinced that if he moved a muscle, Jayce would rip his neck out with his teeth. "Mel, maybe? Hah. You know how hard it'd be to get away with killing a Counciler?" Viktor kept his eyes shut and he felt Jayce's fingers start to trace down. Gods, what was wrong with him?? What was wrong with him?? "Now a professor. A professor, I could get away with. But, uh, I think I'd feel... a little guilty taking away your childhood friend." 

Viktor let out a sharp gasp as he felt Jayce finally grip him through his pants. He heard the other let out a noise of amusement. "Really? Nothing beneath? That's, uh, that's pretty bold of you, Vik." Viktor finally managed to open his eyes. His entire body was rigid and tight. It made the sensations that much more powerful. Jayce did genuinely look a little surprised and flustered before his eyes sharpened as Viktor managed to say that it had been his fault. Jayce blinked before a smile quirked his lips. "Yeah, I... I guess it was, huh?" He reached up and cupped Viktor's face, his thumb tracing over Viktor's lips. Viktor's face was so hot, he felt like he was going to pass out. 

"I'm going to fucking bite you." Viktor instantly threatened, managing to steel himself a little. He finally gathered together a glare and Jayce chuckled, saying that he thought that was what Viktor had wanted. Viktor stared at him, feeling the heat spread to his shoulders before he opened his mouth and bit down hard on Jayce's thumb. The other's face twitched ever so slightly and Viktor could taste blood. Jayce's other hand started to massage the bulge in his pants and Viktor released his thumb, his breath bordering on the cusp of panting. He couldn't handle it, squeezing his eyes shut again. He knew Jayce wouldn't hurt him. Despite all odds, he still believed that. He trusted that. But the way Jayce was looking at him and speaking to him really made him think his guts were about to be on the floor and it sent shivers down his spine that he never would've imagined. 

Jayce leaned forward and Viktor felt the smallest whimper pull from his throat as Jayce's lips met his. He'd picked up on these intentions quite a while ago. In fact, it may have even fueled his agonizing desire for it. He started to melt, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. He opened his mouth and snapped at Jayce's lip, making the other swear softly. Jayce stared at him and Viktor felt fresh fear fill his chest. Maybe he shouldn't have. He gasped as Jayce's groping became much more aggressive and he pinned his head back against the couch with the force of the next kiss. "W-Wait-hah! Wa- I-I can't breathe-" He felt like he was losing air trying to fight with Jayce's tongue. All he could taste was that metallic tang of blood and through his haziness, he didn't even know whose it was. Jayce finally pulled back, drool and blood running down Viktor's chin and connecting him to Jayce's lips in shining lines. Viktor dragged in breaths and glared at Jayce. "Y-You’re trying to kill me." 

"If I wanted to, I would've already." Jayce replied, staring at him with a terrifyingly honest expression. It sent another fullbody shiver through Viktor. Viktor tried to keep himself up, though it was extremely difficult with how he was twitching against Jayce's hand. 

"Y-You wouldn't do anything here. Th-They're e-embracing your research. You have no reason to harm anyone." Viktor managed to sputter out. Jayce gave a quiet scoff and looked to the side, his eyes softening as he stated that Viktor had called his bluff. 

"You're right, I wouldn't just kill people. That's not what I do." Jayce said earnestly, which made Viktor almost want to snort. It sounded like Jayce actually believed it. Jayce's eyes moved back to him and he gave another rough grope, making Viktor gasp in a filthier way than he meant. He covered his mouth and Jayce's hand moved away from his face to allow it. Blood was still staining both their chins, though Jayce's came from the open wound on his lip. The touching was driving Viktor crazy and his good leg started to pull itself up. He was unconsciously trying to hide himself and Jayce chuckled, pushing his leg back down. "What do you want me to do, Viktor?" It sounded genuine and curious. Viktor's hand slid up from his mouth to cover his face shamefully. "You... seemed so eager to tell me what to do the other night." 

"Shut up." Viktor managed weakly. Jayce made a big show of shutting his mouth, tipping his head at him. Viktor's other hand was tightly curled into the couch. Gods, what was he doing?? He'd never wanted something so badly in his life. "...Touch me." He finally stated in a shaky voice. Jayce wouldn't take his eyes off of him before Viktor shivered as he felt his fingers slip into the waistband of his pants. "Hah..." He moved his hand to his mouth, biting it to muffle himself. "Mmh!" He inhaled shakily as he felt Jayce's hand wrap around his twitching length. Jayce made a small, impressed noise and Viktor wanted to curl up. Jayce opened his mouth, but the glare Viktor shot him was enough to make him hold up his free hand in mock surrender. 

"What was it you said before? Start on the top..." Jayce hummed curiously and Viktor gasped as he felt his thumb press his tip. "Small strokes outwards in a circular motion." Jayce's thumb started to do so and Viktor felt more tears spring to his eyes before he let out a loud, filthy noise as he felt Jayce squeeze his length. "More pressure around the base." He did again, moving his fingers further down and Viktor's breathing was speeding up. The moment Jayce seemed to take notice of it, he pulled his hands back from Viktor completely. His length was left twitching madly and Viktor swore at him. "I could just let you finish on your own." 

Viktor finally felt tears running down his face again and he heard Jayce pause. Hands suddenly cupped either of his face, one sliding down to rest on the back of his neck. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I wouldn't do that!" Jayce sounded a little panicked as Viktor inhaled weakly as he felt the other's thumb brush under one of his eyes. Now he felt terrible for biting him. He needed him to stop being kind. He couldn't hate him properly if he was like this. He shouldn't feel bad. If anything, he should've bit him harder. He startled as he felt lips against his own again, but this kiss was startlingly different. It was gentle and light. Viktor melted. His hands finally moved up and he weakly tangled his fingers into the front of Jayce's shirt. "You're... holding onto me?" Jayce sounded awed as he spoke against Viktor's lips. He'd never sounded so shocked and Viktor trembled. 

"You did this to me." He muttered weakly. "Make up for it." Jayce stared at him before a smile tugged at his lips. And Viktor recognized that look. Satisfaction. After all this time, Jayce had a prize and Viktor had... lost. He inhaled shakily as Jayce leaned forward, forcing him to tip his head back as he lightly dragged his canines down his throat. Viktor's hands tightened on him. He went dark red as he felt his length be exposed, Jayce having tugged his waistband down with a finger. Viktor startled as Jayce pressed him back against the couch by his chest before dropping on his knees between his legs. Viktor sputtered before letting out a loud cry of shock, muffling himself as he felt heat envelop his length. 

He was frozen again, his body completely locked up realizing that Jayce had full control over one of his most sensitive parts. That was terrifying. This was terrifying. It made his length throb in the other's throat and Jayce glanced up at him, his eyes gleaming in interest. Viktor quickly pushed his head back down with his other hand, unable to look him in the face. His other hand was still tight over his mouth. His thighs were twitching madly and Jayce's hand slid under his braced leg, settling it on his shoulder and keeping his fingers hooked under the topmost strap of the brace. Viktor could feel the walls of his throat massaging his length and he let out a sharp inhale as one of Jayce's canines lightly bit down on his tip. It was enough. Viktor came spilling over the edge and he heard Jayce choke for a moment. Viktor wasn't sure what sound he'd made. He refused to process it, but Jayce had pulled back to look at him with wide eyes, his hand over his own mouth. 

Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, panting, and he muttered a weak swear as he heard Jayce swallow. He whispered that Jayce was disgusting and he heard the other chuckle. "Is that so?" Jayce slipped Viktor's braced leg off his shoulder, pulling his hand back. Viktor inhaled shakily as he felt Jayce's hands press into the couch on either side of him. "Open your eyes and look at me, Viktor." He couldn't. He couldn't. Viktor kept them closed and he turned his head away as Jayce cupped his face. He heard the other give a quiet scoff before his finger lightly pushed aside Viktor's shirt collar. Viktor finally screamed out as he felt Jayce's teeth dig into the other side of his neck. His eyes shot open and Jayce pulled back, blood staining his lips as he caught Viktor by the face.

Jayce leaned forward and Viktor could taste his own blood on his lips as Jayce drew his tongue over them. He didn't break eye contact once and Viktor still felt like he couldn't move. He felt like he was about to die. Jayce was going to kill him. He was going to kill him. As Jayce pulled back, his gaze finally softened and he hummed. "I let the Enforcers know I'm sleeping here tonight. Hope that's alright." He stated casually, pulling back and standing again. Viktor was left panting, staring up at him in shock. He finally snapped out of his paralysis, instantly tucking himself away and pulling the blanket over his lap. His face, his ears and his shoulders were all burning as he finally stared at the floor. What had they just done?? What had he just done?? "Wow, uh." He glanced up as Jayce pressed his fingers to his lip. "You bite pretty hard." 

Viktor stared at him before his hand shakily slipped out from under the blanket to press against the new bite wound on the opposite side of his neck. "...You too." He said in a quiet voice. Jayce chuckled before moving over. Viktor froze up as Jayce laid him back against the side of the couch before sitting. He lifted Viktor's legs and placed them in his lap. Within a second, Viktor felt transported back to one of the first days they'd been down in Zaun. When he'd first taught Jayce to massage his knee. He watched as Jayce clicked the knobs on either side of the brace, releasing it from Viktor's leg. He slipped it off and placed it down before tugging the blanket over the both of them. 

"When you touch the Hexcore... it's me you're seeing, isn't it?" Jayce asked after a moment. Viktor's face flushed and he turned his head away. "You seem really comfortable with it." There was a faint tone of displeasure beneath his comment. Viktor still couldn't answer. He was comfortable with the Jayce that the Hexcore manifested for him. Much more so than the one sitting next to him. "The noises you made when you thought it was touching you were..." Jayce trailed off. "Soft. Relaxed." He glanced at him with narrowed eyes. "Do you... always make those noises for it?" There it was. Pure, unadulterated envy was creeping into Jayce's voice. Viktor glanced over at him. "Why can't you sound like that with me?" 

"I've watched you kill people. You strangled me when I tried to leave you. You had me pulled away from Zaun and locked in this room." Viktor whispered bluntly. Jayce had fallen quiet and Viktor glanced over. "Should I continue?" Jayce rolled his eyes. 

"Haha." He said, clearly unamused. He leaned back against the couch, though the slight twitch in his brow indicated that he was still very much bothered by that. 

"You are to meet Silco again in less than twenty-four hours, Jayce. I would recommend you try to sleep." Viktor said quietly. Jayce scoffed. Viktor was troubled by something else. Despite all of that, Jayce didn't seem... bothered. There was no bulge where Viktor's legs were resting. Had he really not gotten aroused?? Had he really just been teasing Viktor for the hell of it?? Viktor... felt like a toy. A broken toy. He paused as he felt Jayce's hand slide up the back of his shirt, resting on his hip. 

"You're eating in the morning, Vik. I'm not having any arguing." Jayce said, glancing over at him with a firm look. For a moment, Viktor was offended. Now he was being scolded?? He turned on his side, burying his face against the couch and keeping it out of Jayce's view. His heart and chest felt all messed up. Everything felt messed up. He could still taste blood in his mouth and his neck was really starting to ache. More tears rose to his eyes and he closed them, feeling the tears escape down his face. Even though it was what he'd been craving, he somehow felt... emptier. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand him. He paused as he heard Jayce yawn. "Goodnight Viktor." 

How could he say it so calmly?? How... Viktor paused, staring straight forward. He reached up and wiped his eyes, a weak, shaky sigh escaping him. "...Goodnight Jayce." 

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Viktor's sleep was so restless that when he heard the door click open in the morning, his eyes opened and his head instantly shot up. This seemed to make the Enforcer bringing in the plates genuinely startle. "...Good morning, sir." She seemed unsure with the desk in the back already taken up by untouched food and Viktor gestured to one of the other tables. She set them down and gave a small bow before turning and leaving the room again. Two plates. Viktor furrowed his brow and started to push himself up before flinching and holding the side of his neck. Even touching the area brought a slight burning to the corners of his eyes. He glanced over next to him. 

Seeing Jayce asleep was so nerve-wracking. He wasn't actually sure if he was or not. He carefully slid his legs from the other's lap before managing to sit up all the way. The Hexcore hummed and spun quietly in its stand. Viktor's eyes fell on it and softened. He reached out, grabbing his crutch and pushing himself up with a small grunt of effort. He limped over towards the desk, though he did stop to check on the plates that had just been brought in. As expected, breakfast was something sweet. Two blueberry muffins each, covered in powdered sugar. He reached out, scooping up one of the muffins and bringing it with him to the desk before sitting down. He propped his crutch up against the table. He carefully dug one of the blueberries out of the muffin before offering it up to the Hexcore. 

The moment the Hexcore touched his fingers, Viktor couldn't help the warm smile that spread across his lips. He'd never been more relieved to actually hear Jayce's voice. The other's arms were felt wrapped loosely around his waist and his cheek was felt resting against the back of his shoulder. "What is this one?" His voice asked curiously. 

"Blueberry. How do you like it?" Viktor replied. It was quiet for a moment as he watched the Hexcore finish dissolving the fruit. Viktor watched it before smiling as Jayce's voice quietly asked if it could have another one. "Of course. One moment." He felt Jayce's arms and cheek disappear as he pulled his hand back. He managed to find another blueberry and held it up. Jayce's arms were back around him as his chin was felt resting on Viktor's shoulder. Viktor watched the Hexcore take the blueberry from his fingers again, breaking it down into particles and absorbing it. "You've been quiet for the past couple of days. Did I take too much?" Viktor asked softly, his shoulders sinking. 

"There was a surge. A second charge, similar to my own. It spread me thin." Jayce's voice replied. "I believe I may be in two places now." Two...? Viktor paused. A second Hexcore? Had someone built a second Hexcore?? He closed his eyes as he felt Jayce's hands pull back. The other suddenly felt like he was in front of him, cupping his face with light hands. "Did I worry you?" Somehow, the voice sounded more concerned than Viktor was. Viktor replied that he thought he'd damaged it. Demanded too much of it. "As long as your body can handle it, I will continue to share the energy of the Arcane with you." Viktor felt a small warmth in his chest, though he wasn't sure if it was internal or from the feeling of one of those ghostly hands having moved down to press against his heart. His heart was calm. "You are weakened. Please remedy this." 

Viktor paused before giving a soft breath of amusement through his nose. He carefully pulled his fingers back, watching the energy spiraled down his arm and body. He shivered, feeling it alleviate the tension and aches. He glanced at the Hexcore before setting down the muffin in front of him. He began to pick away at it. It was sweet. When he licked at the powdered sugar that got on his face, there was that faint undertone of blood, but it certainly wasn't his. Viktor managed to finish the muffin, starting to carefully fold up the wrapper it had come in. It felt... good to eat something. He let out a quiet sigh before freezing up as he felt arms wrap around his shoulders from behind. They weren't soft or comforting like the Hexcore's. "So you'll talk so warmly to this thing, but not to me?" Jayce asked quietly. "It's showing you me again, isn't it?" 

Viktor's fingers were trembling as he held the folded wrapper. "It says a second Hexcore was activated." He stated quietly, skating around Jayce's words. Jayce scoffed, saying that he knew and that wasn't his concern right now. "It's certainly mine. Did you build another??" Viktor asked, pulling away from him and turning himself in the chair to glare at him. "We don't know how dangerous it is to have two direct connections to the Arcane open at once." Jayce was clearly displeased with the change of topic, but Viktor pressed on. "Where is it? Heimerdinger's lab??" It seemed he hit the nail on the head with that one and Jayce glanced away. "In the same building??" He startled and shrank back as Jayce leaned forward, pinning him back against the desk with one hand to his chest. His touch was not soft, like the other's. 

"Viktor, that's not my concern right now." Jayce repeated firmly, his eyes piercing into his. Viktor instantly snapped back that it should be. For once, Jayce actually seemed to become irritated. "What do you know about my research?? My work??" He demanded, his eyes sharpening down at him in a glare. 

"What happened to 'partners'?! You seemed quite fond of the term before! I've read your notes and I've bared witness to every experiment in that house! I have even conducted my own!" Viktor snapped back at him. "You must be dull to think that ripping two holes into the space between reality is a good idea!! I thought you were smarter than that, but perhaps all that genius is good for is fueling your ego!" This was the angriest Viktor had been with Jayce and he could see the other's eyes weakening. "Were you just so desperate to prove that you could also do what I did that you were willing to compromise our reality for it?! Are you that insecure?!" Viktor stopped, panting. "You just couldn't let a Zaunite upstage you." He continued to glare down Jayce, who'd moved back a little, his brow furrowed. "Good gods, Jayce." Viktor turned back to the desk, burying his head in his hands. "Don't you ever think?" His voice finally strained a little. 

The Hexcore buzzed and crackled, seeming to become slightly distressed. Viktor reached out and spoke, saying he was fine in a shaking voice. "That sounds like bullshit." Jinx's voice was worried and defensive as it came from behind him. Viktor could almost imagine her standing between him and Jayce.

"Please relax. You don't have to spend any energy on this." Viktor tried to soften his voice and he heard Jinx groan in irritation. Viktor pulled his hand back, the Hexcore having calmed down a little. Viktor kept his head in his hands. He didn't hear anything and he finally glanced back. He paused as he saw Jayce's face. Was that shame?? Was that actual shame? Jayce actually thinking over his actions? Viktor had never thought he'd see the day. He turned back to the desk before pausing as he heard footsteps and blinked as the other muffin was placed next to him. Viktor glanced at it before turning to look back towards Jayce, only to pause as he watched the door to the hallway click shut, the other plate now gone from the table. Viktor wasn't sure why, but the amount of upset that threw him into made him turn back and push the muffin away. He slid his hands into his hair. 

Now he really did just feel like a plaything. The moment he wasn't quiet or obedient or melting under his hands, Jayce left?? Viktor inhaled shakily before slamming his fist into the table, rattling the Hexcore's stand and all the plates on the table. He felt like he was going to cry again. He buried his head in his arms, starting to cough weakly once more. Every inhale was wheezing and he struggled to breathe. Tears finally pricked in his eyes and he gasped, trying desperately to pull in air. The Hexcore crackled and he squeezed his eyes shut, reaching out to it. Instantly, he felt those hands on his chest and the energy pulsed through it, seeming to lighten his lungs. "Breathe. Breathe. In and out." Jayce's voice whispered to him. It was soft and concerned. Viktor desperately wanted to hold onto this one, even if he knew he couldn't. "I'm here." He felt lips press against the back of his ear and he gave a tiny shiver. He focused back on his breathing. "I won't let you die." 

Somehow, someway, the words felt vaguely threatening, no matter how softly they'd been spoken. Perhaps it was just because it was Jayce's voice. He felt heat pool in his cheeks again as those arms slid around him and he felt like he was being pulled back against a warm chest. It was all he wanted. Was that too much to ask for?? From someone like Jayce? Clearly. Viktor tipped his head back as he felt one of the hands move, sliding through his hair comfortingly. He was going to cry. He was really going to cry. "You need more rest, Vik. You're exhausted." Jayce's voice sounded worried and he felt his lips press to the back of his neck again. Viktor mumbled that he'd just woken up. He trembled as the hands moved, now feeling like Jayce was in front of him. His lips touched to Viktor's forehead and he melted under the gentle touches, trembling. "But you are not rested. You haven't been rested for a while now." Jayce's voice became earnest and hopeful. "I can help. I know I can." 

"If you think you could... then please do so." Viktor managed softly. Jayce's voice prompted him to get comfortable and Viktor paused. "One moment." He pulled his hand back and got up. The energy coursing through his leg allowed him to walk over to the couch, picking up the blanket and coming back to the desk with it. He bunched most of it up onto the desk before laying his head onto it with a small sigh. He reached out to the Hexcore again and Jayce's tone was warm as he stated that Viktor seemed quite content now. The blanket was soft and thick. It was probably the nicest thing Jayce had given him. Viktor closed his eyes and startled as he felt himself be pulled away. 

Back again in that glittering expanse. He stared around at the stars. He held out his arm, studying the webbing on it again. He felt so healthy here. Alive. He let out a weak sigh before blinking as he felt Jayce's arms wrap around him. He was still wearing that uniform. Viktor jumped as the other suddenly seemed to start pressing kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. The eagerness brought a smile to his lips and soft laughter escaped him that seemed to echo around the expanse. He reached up, holding onto Jayce's arms. He could finally touch him here. He felt those lips smile against the back of his neck. "I haven't heard you laugh like that before." Jayce's voice sounded curious and Viktor's ears heated up. He managed to reply that he wasn't given a chance to do it very often.

Jayce let out a small hum of acknowledgement. Viktor felt his hair get pushed aside, a nose gently pressing against the side of his neck. It was still sore there and he shivered as he felt lips press against it. The pain seemed to slightly alleviate and Viktor let out a weak sigh. "If you stay here, I could take care of you like this." Jayce's voice offered quietly. Viktor paused, staring at the ground. "You can be happy. Healthy." The arms slid away and the hand remained gentle on his shoulder as the shape moved around him. The other hand slid up to cup his cheek. Viktor's own hand raised, his fingers resting on the other's. There were no eyes to look into. He couldn't even really look at the shape in front of him. He glanced away. "You could become part of the Arcane. We could walk it together." 

"Would that not be the same as death?" Viktor asked softly. It meant leaving behind his world, didn't it? Leaving behind his dreams. His friend. His sister. Jayce's voice said that it wasn't. Not exactly. "What of my body?" 

"The body will die, as it is fated to do. You just won't die with it." Jayce's voice replied softly. Viktor felt lips press against his neck and he shivered before he felt them press against his own. He melted. He couldn't help it. His legs became weak and he heard Jayce laugh a little. He tasted like blueberries. Both of them were lowered to the ground and Viktor leaned against him. "You could remain perfect here. No aches. No weakness. No fear. I'll take care of you." The voice became a little insistent before seeming to quiet again. "I would do my best." Viktor's fingers curled against him. To be able to walk. Breathe. Run. To be able to live comfortably with the version of Jayce that he wanted... Something held him back. That small, hidden part of him. The one that just wanted to feel human. Viktor started to sputter, but Jayce's voice gently interrupted him. "It's your decision. And you don't have to make it now. I'll keep you alive as long as you need to decide. If you have to think on it, you can." 

What about Skye? What about Jinx? What if she was alive? Viktor didn't want her to worry about him, or, even worse, assume he'd left her. He didn't want that. His worry for Jinx. That small piece of him that just wanted to live and die a human. Just those things were enough to keep him tethered. He buried himself against the other a little more and those arms wrapped around him. He felt safe? He felt safe. He did... Viktor let out a weak breath. He glanced up, wondering how this was going to help him rest. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jayce smile. "Your body is resting as we speak. We could rest here too, if you wish." Viktor blinked, asking if that was possible before flushing as Jayce's thumb stroked over his cheek, replying that anything was possible here. Viktor asked if he even needed rest. "I've never tried before. Even when I was stretched thin, I was awake and aware. I'm still uncertain as to how it works." Viktor glanced to the side before blushing as Jayce's voice spoke again. "We could try that." 

Around them, the rippling floor seemed to shift, the water taking on a fluffier, more solid shape. Viktor felt himself sink down a little. It felt like they were... in a bed? Viktor paused, pulling his hands away from Jayce and pressing them down. It felt like a blanket. He hesitated before glancing to the side at the other. Jayce seemed to give him an encouraging nod and Viktor slowly laid himself down on his side. His body sank into the softness and, for a moment, he felt like he was going to cry again. The 'bed' shifted and Viktor shivered as arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards against a warm body. Jayce's hands stretched up to clasp Viktor's own, their fingers intertwining. It was so quiet here. 

The only breathing Viktor could hear was his own, although he could occasionally feel warm breath hitting his shoulder. He stared ahead, already starting to become troubled and anxious again. Stay here? Forever? Would it be forever? Would this be immortalizing him? He wasn't sure if that was something he wanted. He furrowed his brow. To have everything he wanted here? An ideal version of Jayce with no blood on his hands? A working body? He... He wasn't sure if that was something he wanted either. Despite everything. Despite everything. This was easily one of the most stressful decisions of his life and he startled as he heard Jayce's voice whisper against the back of his neck. 

"Think later, Vik. Rest now." Right. He'd been brought here to rest. To escape from it all just for a little bit. He leaned back against Jayce, feeling those lips against his neck and shoulder again. Stay here?? Like this? Viktor jumped as he heard Jayce chuckle. "And yet your mind continues to race. Think on your decision later. Calm." Calm? Calm. Viktor closed his eyes, letting out a deep, slow breath. He felt Jayce mimic it against him. The Hexcore was learning from him. Viktor's hands softly tightened on Jayce's. No matter how much he wanted to think about it, a peaceful fog was filling his senses. Every part of him was sinking into it and he relaxed. Calm. 

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"Woah, hey, no!!" Viktor was suddenly yanked back by his torso and he snapped back to reality, his eyes wide in shock. That hadn't been his voice. Where...? There was a hum and he startled, glancing down. The fingers wrapped around his torso were absolutely massive and made of welded metal. But it was the glowing blue crystal in the back of the mechanical hand that caught his attention. A Hex Crystal? What was...? He watched as it released him. "Hey!" Viktor jumped a little and glanced back, his eyes wide. Was that... Vi?? She was staring at him in shock and Viktor's eyes drifted down to her hands. He furrowed his brow. Those gauntlets were Hextech. Clearly of Jayce's creation. But what was she doing here? Viktor's eyes drifted around and he soon realized it was him who was misplaced. What was he doing here?? He stared around the Academy hallways in confusion. "Uh, looking to get some late night studying done?" Vi asked, tipping her head. Despite the circumstances, Viktor couldn't help the weak, momentary breath of amusement that left him. Vi looked taken back before smiling a little. "That's... the first time someone here's laughed at one of my jokes."

Viktor shook his head, trying to compose himself as he turned. He froze up, his eyes wide. This was... He stared at the door quietly. Behind it, he could hear the warbling. The voice. The whispering. A humming so deep that he could feel it in his core. A chill went down his body. This was Heimerdinger's lab. How had he gotten down here? He'd just been resting up in his room. How was he...? He must've looked hopelessly confused because Vi furrowed her brow. There was a loud hiss of steam that made him jolt, watching as Vi set the gauntlets down and pulled out her bandaged hands. "Viktor, right? Do you know where you are right now?" She asked, the blue glow of the Hex Crystals illuminating the hallway. It was dark. Was it nighttime? He paused.

"I... I do know where I am. I am just... unsure as to how I got here." Viktor managed. He tried to take a step back from the door before his knee buckled and Vi yelped, quickly catching him. She seemed taken back before exclaiming that he was pretty light. Viktor glanced at her and she apologized quickly, muttering to herself that now was not the time. Viktor glanced around. His crutch was nowhere in sight. Had he walked all the way down here?? How had he gotten out of his room? Even with the door locks, the Enforcers... He froze up. Gods, he hoped he hadn't hurt anyone. Why couldn't he remember anything?? Vi held him up before glancing around. She brought him over to a bench and he settled down, giving a shaky sigh. He glanced over at the gauntlets. "Did, uh... Did Jayce make those for you?"

Vi glanced back at them before inhaling through her teeth and glancing to the side. "Well, uh, I wouldn't say they were for me, but yeah, he made them." She seemed awkward for a moment, keeping her arms crossed before sitting down beside him, her elbows resting on her knees. "He let me try them on and I just kinda... took them." Viktor stared at her and asked if Jayce hadn't tried to get them back. "Oh, he did. But he'd have to fight me for them. And one of us grew up in prison and the other isn't really shit without his fancy glowing rock." Vi said, scoffing. Viktor was still uncertain, but he nodded. He paused before asking what she was doing up in Piltover. "Cait wanted to bring me to the Council to give some insight on how to deal with Silco and... Jinx." She scoffed before speaking in a sarcastic tone. "Definitely went well." Jinx? Jinx??

Viktor stared at her for a moment. Jinx was alive...? She had survived? That brought a wave of relief to his chest like he couldn't explain before it instantly curled into dread. Gods, where did she think he'd gone?? Did she know he was okay?? As... as okay as he could be in this situation?? Vi glanced over at him and her bandaged hands tightened in front of her before she turned her head away. "...You know her." She said quietly. Viktor's shoulders scrunched up ever so slightly and he must've looked anxious because Vi spoke again, sounding a little taken back. "You know her closely." An exasperated sigh left Viktor's throat as he gave a weak smile, saying that they were both far too good at reading his facial expressions. Something pained flashed in Vi's eyes before she glanced away. "...Are you the sibling she mentioned?" Viktor paused and glanced over at her. "She... said she didn't need me anymore. Cuz she already had a sibling who accepted her for who she was."

Viktor paused before turning his head away. "I... apologize. But I don't know... if she is aware I am still alive." He managed quietly. He glanced over at Vi. "I promise I, uh, I did my best trying to... trying to be there for her. She just... She is very attached to Silco and there was... not much to be done about that." Viktor said softly. He paused and pain flooded his chest as Vi said that Jinx really seemed to love him. The conversation was clearly painful for her, but she seemed like she wanted to continue it. "We don't have to speak of it." 

"No, no, I... Call me overprotective, heh, but I just... want to know. How is she with your... golden boy?" Vi asked, glancing over at him. She paused as Viktor replied that they did not get along and Jinx had been trying to kill him recently. "She's a hell of a shot, how is he not dead?" Viktor replied that he was able to teleport with the Rune and that it was partially his fault. He was always acutely aware of when Jinx was nearby and Jayce was a little too good at reading his body language. "Well, at least that's one good thing she's trying to do." Viktor spoke again, saying that she was a good kid. That she protected him when she didn't have to. That she was just... That she had been led down a bad path. Vi was quiet before speaking in a strained voice. "I-I know..." 

"Did Jayce depart for Zaun this morning?" Viktor asked, glancing over. He wanted to change the subject before it got too heavy for her. However, the confused look Vi shot him did not give him a good feeling and his hands tightened as she replied that Jayce had left for Zaun two days ago. "Have I... Have I been asleep all this time?" It was more of a question to himself, but Vi responded that she'd really just gotten here.

"Came over to the Academy to see about getting more crystals for the gauntlets." She gestured to them. They sat in silence for a moment before Vi asked if other people called Jayce 'golden boy' and Viktor shook his head, saying everyone usually referred to him by nickname. "Why's that?" Viktor replied that he imagined it was like summoning a demon if they said his name and Vi gave a soft chuckle. Viktor finally furrowed his brow, more troubled about his lack of memory. "You... really don't remember walking down here?" Vi asked. Viktor replied that he didn't, staring at Heimerdinger's lab door. He could hear the humming. Feel it. He could feel it. Had he been drawn to the second Hexcore?? How big had they made it?? Viktor's hands moved to his arms, holding them tightly. "Something's in there that you don't like, huh?" Vi's voice was cautious and Viktor shook his head. He froze up as he heard a voice, a new glow having appeared down the hall. 

"Vi, get away from him." The sympathetic tone that had been in Caitlyn's voice the last time he'd met her was gone and Viktor moved back a little as he saw that rifle aimed at him. He could see the glow of a Hex Crystal inside it and he remembered how powerful they'd made Jinx's guns. She would blow him away in an instant and his entire body locked up. He had hurt someone, hadn't he?? He didn't remember. Why couldn't he remember?? He paused as Vi got up, instantly moving in front of him and holding her bandaged hand out to the side to shield him. 

"What are you doing?! You think this twig is gonna hurt anyone??" Vi sounded astonished and Viktor was, admittedly, a little taken back by that. But she was right. He just wasn't physically capable. Vi's interference clearly frustrated Caitlyn and she repeated for Vi to move. "No?? What did he do??" Viktor was a little confused about her defense of him, but once again, he figured it all came down to Jinx. Maybe this was Vi's way of expressing gratitude. Caitlyn let out a scoff of frustration, lowering the rifle. 

"Our orders are to capture him and take him back to his room if he escapes." She managed in a flat voice. Vi seemed taken back. 

"Capture him by what?? Blowing a hole through him?? You know how much of a punch that thing has!" Vi exclaimed, holding her hands out to her sides in disbelief. Caitlyn gave an annoyed sigh and turned her head to the side. Viktor was still tightly gripping the bench, his face pale. "Gods, Cait, what the hell is wrong with you?? He didn't do anything to you." 

"He's going to get my brother executed!" Caitlyn snapped at them and that caught Viktor's attention. What?? Why was that his fault?? He wasn't aware he'd started crying before, but he was certainly aware now. Tears ran down his face. 

"Your brother kidnapped me!! He killed students! You think he doesn't deserve execution?!" He cried out in disbelief, his voice strained. "He's utterly deranged!" Caitlyn instantly narrowed her eyes at him. 

"Your words are quite bold coming from a throat with his teeth marks on them." The words were tight and furious, but Viktor hadn't been expecting how deep they would cut him. He fell silent and his hand moved up to his throat, covering the dark marks.

"Cait." Vi's voice was firm and warning, mixed with shock. Viktor saw Caitlyn weaken a little. Vi turned back to Viktor with worried eyes and they widened. "H-Hey, listen, she didn't mean that." Viktor didn't understand why she sounded slightly panicked until he felt something wet still running down his face. He blinked in shock, reaching up to his eyes. He thought he'd stopped crying, but apparently not. He shook his head, managing to state that he was fine in a strained voice. Vi clearly didn't believe him and she glanced to the side. She turned and seemed to shoot a look back at Caitlyn that caused the other to look away. "Hey, Viktor. Let's just... get you back to your room, okay?" Viktor wiped his eyes before nodding. "You can lean on me." She offered  bandaged hand and Viktor took it before pausing as she wrinkled her nose immediately. "Oh, sorry, you're just... You're wrinkly. Ever had a raisin?"

She pulled him up and Viktor almost started laughing. They really had the same face. "She... She made the same face. Said something quite similar." He told her. Vi paused before managing a weak smile. She started to guide him down the hall and he tried to keep up with his limp. Vi clearly wasn't as used to his limp, but she was trying. Caitlyn stared at them before turning away without another word. She seemed to lead them up the hallways and Viktor paused at the bottom of the stairs. Had he really gotten down these by himself?? He glanced up at them and Vi seemed to be thinking. Caitlyn turned to look back down at them with a raised brow. 

"Hey, uh, I have an idea, but you are not gonna like it." Vi said, glancing over at him. Viktor had an inkling as to what it was and he sighed heavily through his nose. He gave a small, vague gesture of annoyance and she apologized before scooping him up, one arm under his knees and the other under his back. His cheeks flushed in pure embarrassment and he wouldn't dare lift his head. If his leg wasn't so weakened, he could've easily done this himself. Hell, if he had his crutch even. Vi quickly ascended the stairs, moving past Caitlyn before quickly setting Viktor down. He steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder. He let out another annoyed sigh before thanking her begrudgingly. Vi held up both her hands, whispering that she'd never mention it again. Viktor relaxed a little, whispering back that he very much appreciated that. 

As Caitlyn led them both down the hall, Viktor glanced up. "Was... anyone hurt by my... escape?" He finally asked. Caitlyn shot a sharp look at him, scanning him over. It seemed like she was trying to tell if he was serious or not. She turned back to the front before replying that no one had been hurt, but all four Enforcers that had been in front of his door had been transported to different parts of the building, seemingly in the blink of an eye. Teleported? Viktor's hand slightly tightened on Vi's shoulder and she glanced at him in slight concern. She nudged him with a raised brow and Viktor shook his head. "I don't remember this." Had that been him? Or... He furrowed his brow. 

Had... the Hexcore been puppeteering his body? While he'd been in that hidden place. Viktor didn't like the implication of that and he felt a little cold. Had it been trying to reach the second Hexcore? He jumped, yanked from his thoughts as they finally stopped. Caitlyn shoved open his door with her shoulder and Vi led him inside. She glanced around before bringing him to the couch and sitting him down. "Vi, let's leave. I'll inform everyone he's been returned to his room without issue." Caitlyn turned on her heel, moving to the doorway and standing in it. She hadn't moved her hands from her rifle and Vi glanced over at her. 

"Why are you being like this with him, cupcake?" Vi's voice was soft and Caitlyn seemed to visibly weaken. "He didn't ask for any of this." She seemed to take notice of the untouched plates of food on his desk and she gestured to them. "He isn't even eating." Viktor finally spoke, saying Vi didn't need to defend him. "No. No, I'm done letting us get treated unfairly." Vi said firmly, looking back at him. "None of this was your fault, Viktor." Viktor raised a brow, asking how she knew that. Vi looked him over. "Because you're a good guy. I can tell that much, okay?" Was he? Viktor glanced up at her. 

"Everything..." Caitlyn started to speak before seeming to struggle for a moment. "Everything they're saying he did. Everything he did to you... I can't believe it." Viktor's shoulders sank. "I grew up with him. He wouldn't do that. Any of that." Had Jayce convinced her of that or did she genuinely believe it? Viktor wasn't sure. Caitlyn's voice was shaking. "Unspeakable charges have been brought against Jayce, partially on your behalf." Her tone became slightly accusatory again and Vi cleared her throat ever so softly. Caitlyn glanced at her for a moment before her eyes moved to the floor. Her hands tightened on the rifle before she turned and stormed out of the room, the door left open a crack behind her. 

"She's, uh, not handling this well." Vi said, glancing at him. Viktor replied that he could tell in a quiet voice. He raised his hand, burying it in his hair again in worry. "Is that your... your gadget?" He glanced up as Vi gestured to the Hexcore, which was still spinning in its stand. "I keep hearing bits about it here and there. Everyone's saying it can't be separated from you." Viktor replied that it seemed so. 

"The Hexcore. I built it off of Jayce's research." He trailed off. "With Jinx." Vi paused and turned to look back at him. "She is... quite brilliant under her erraticism. I think she would've made an excellent student here." Viktor closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. He didn't want Jinx to think he was dead. He didn't want her to think he'd abandoned her. Was she okay?? He paused as he felt Vi's bandaged knuckle nudge his arm and he glanced up. 

"Maybe... breathe a little?" Vi suggested quietly, raising a brow. Viktor paused before focusing and controlling his breathing. She gave a weak chuckle. "Geez, you think you would've had a heart attack by now." She sounded like she was joking, but honestly, Viktor wasn't sure either. He thought he would've had one by now too, but the gods weren't that merciful. Viktor paused before thanking her. "For what?" 

"Sitting and talking with me. Defending me. Even if you didn't have to. It is... appreciated." Viktor said quietly. Vi stared at him before a soft laugh left her. 

"Us Trenchers gotta stick together. We're the only two up here." Vi said, shrugging with a smile. "If you need anything, I'm here... for now." Viktor paused. Had... he just made another friend? Vi stared at him before scoffing. "Damn, don't look so surprised." Viktor blinked before glancing away. "Hey, uh, if I ever have the misfortune of running into Jinx again... I can let her know you're alive." Viktor instantly looked up at her, asking if she would do that. "Yeah! Yeah, you... you seem to make her happy." Vi did sound just a bit jealous, but also resigned. Willing to admit defeat over it. 

"I... appreciate it, Vi. Thank you." Viktor said softly. Vi nodded before glancing at the door with a quiet sigh. 

"...I gotta go after her. Maybe I'll see you around." Vi said, moving over to the door and opening it. Viktor bid her farewell, closing his eyes as he heard the door click shut. He glanced up before carefully moving to the side of the couch. His subtle path of furniture remained and, although it was much harder to follow, he managed to do it, ending up back at the desk again. He frowned as he reached out to the Hexcore. Instantly, he jumped as he heard Skye's voice. 

"I didn't know you would move too! I-I just wanted to see it! I didn't realize your body would move with me!" Her voice sounded panicked and apologetic. Viktor furrowed his brow, saying all the guards had been teleported away from his door. "I-I felt threatened by something. I wasn't sure what it was." Was it making excuses? Viktor raised his free hand to grip his arm uncertainly. "I'm sure! I promise I didn't mean for that!" He startled a little, remembering that the Hexcore could hear his thoughts. 

"Using my body as a puppet like that... I really don't..." Viktor managed, unable to find better words. He knew there were better words. Stronger words. For how he felt about that. Angrier words. But he just couldn't pull any together. He'd hated that. "Never do that again please." He heard Skye's voice instantly apologize, saying it wouldn't. He... He really didn't know if it was being genuine. Skye's voice was naturally apologetic and he wasn't sure if the Hexcore was using that to its advantage. He paused as Skye's voice asked if he trusted it. "...I am not sure at the moment." It fell quiet and Viktor sighed through his nose before pulling his hand back. He sat down in the chair before burying his head in his arms again. The blanket was still there and he hooked his fingers into it, tugging it over. 

Viktor had to look on the bright side. Jinx was alive. She was alive. He'd never been so relieved. And now he had an assurance from someone that they would tell her he was alive. That was really all he'd wanted right then. He squeezed his eyes shut. 

The humming from the door of Heimerdinger's lab still haunted him. It had been so loud and so deep that it had felt like it was shaking his bones. Just how big had they made that Hexcore?? What would it do with that size? Viktor's fingers curled into the blanket. What kind of monster had Jayce created behind that door?

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The blanket dragged along the floor quietly in small bursts. Viktor finally reached the couch again, laying down on his back. This was the longest he'd gone without the leg brace in a while. He'd just gotten out of the shower again. He had been brought new clothes, which very much relieved him after being without undergarments for a few days. He placed his crutch down against the side of the couch before sitting. He pulled the blanket up into the couch with him before turning and laying on his back. He stared at the ceiling quietly, another itch climbing his throat and causing him to break out into weak, shuddering coughs again. The Hexcore promising it would keep him alive seemed much more sinister now. It was keeping him alive, but it certainly wasn't doing anything to aid in his deteriorating condition. It felt cruel, in a way. 

The door suddenly clicked open to the hall and Viktor startled, glancing over and covering his mouth to temporarily stop his coughs. He froze up as Jayce came in, a huge grin on his face and... Viktor was momentarily taken back. That was a giant hammer. Gods, that was a huge hammer. No wonder he'd gotten in trouble. Jayce thanked the Enforcers before the door shut and he put the hammer down with a loud clanking noise. He seemed quite jovial for someone who'd left without a word on their last meeting. "Jayce?" Viktor sat up in confusion, the blanket still draped across him. He pressed himself back against the couch a little as Jayce came over, taking his shoulders. 

"Silco's agreed to a conditional peace. The Council is going to vote on the terms he's presented." Jayce sounded so proud of himself and Viktor stared at him for a moment. Had Silco actually agreed?? Was... Was there to be peace between Piltover and Zaun?? Viktor was speechless. This was incredible. This was absolutely incredible. He just wished it hadn't been Jayce who'd done it. He glanced to the side before saying that he was glad to hear it in a strained voice. He froze as he felt Jayce's fingers settle on the side of his neck. He'd applied medicine and a few smaller bandages to the bitemark. He now had bandages on both sides of his neck. Jayce looked him over. "Everyone's saying you managed to escape yesterday. How did you do it??" He sounded genuinely curious as he pulled his hands back. 

"I don't remember." Viktor said, his eyes moving back to him. "I woke up in front of Heimerdinger's lab." Jayce furrowed his brow a little. Viktor held up his darkened hands. "The Hexcore has warped my body. I don't doubt pieces of it are affecting me. Having two may not be ideal if I am drawn to both like a moth to a flame." He was troubled by this. Jayce made a noise of acknowledgment, but Viktor could tell it really didn't concern him. He let out a heavy sigh through his nose, turning his head away. "Is this what you've been getting in trouble over? I'm surprised they're letting you carry it around." Viktor gestured to the hammer. He could see the Hex Crystal glowing in the center. Jayce instantly lit up. 

"Yes! You know how I've always wanted a hammer like this! I-I forged each piece myself!" The way Jayce said it so eagerly sounded like he was expecting Viktor's approval and it almost made him want to laugh. He was sure the laugh would've been as bitter as black coffee. Instead, Viktor weakened and managed a small, amused scoff. That seemed to be enough of a positive reaction for Jayce. He suddenly leaned forward and Viktor's eyes widened as he felt Jayce's lips press against his for a moment before the other pulled back, still grinning excitedly. He got up and moved over to the desk. "Have you discovered anything new about your Hexcore??" Viktor had been stunned silent, not expecting such a gentle kiss from Jayce. He raised a hand to his mouth and Jayce turned to him, seeming confused on the lack of answer. Viktor's face was burning. "Oh, come on, Viktor, we've done worse than that already." He sounded playful instead of mocking. He really must've been in a good mood. Jayce stood with his hands clasped behind his back as his golden-brown eyes looked Viktor over. 

There was nothing piercing about them. Nothing dangerous at the moment. Just playfulness and pride. Viktor pressed himself back a little as Jayce turned and made his way back over to him. He sat down on the couch before Viktor yelped in shock as he was grabbed by the waist and pulled up onto his lap, facing him with legs on either side of the other. Jayce hummed, nonchalantly moving the blanket that had gotten stuck between them. Viktor stared at him. "Y-You can't just move me around like that!" He stated, his tone scolding. Jayce glanced up at him before replying that he was going to be trying something different today. "What are you talking about?" Viktor froze as Jayce's hand cupped the back of his head and he pulled him down into another kiss. This one was also light and Viktor's body shook. He put his hands on his chest and pulled away, his eyes wide. His cheeks were flushed again. "I-I thought you were upset with me??" 

"I was. But I realized being upset wasn't going to help me at all." Jayce said, glancing to the side with a shrug. His hands had slid down to hold Viktor's hips and he was so painfully aware of how big they were on his waist. "Besides, I was, uh, I was thinking and I came up with some theories on how to get you to make those noises that you do with that." He gestured to the Hexcore vaguely. Viktor paused before quickly stating in disbelief that he'd had more important things to worry about while he was down there. "No, I don't think so." Before Viktor could speak again, Jayce pulled him down into another kiss. This one was different. He'd deepened it, but it seemed he was letting Viktor set the pace for it. Viktor needed him to go slow to allow air into his weakened lungs and Jayce seemed more than willing to oblige. For a moment, Viktor couldn't believe him. 

Had Jayce really spent time down there being jealous of the Hexcore?? Good gods, it was so ridiculous that Viktor wanted to laugh, but at the same time, it was undeniably something Jayce would do. Viktor slowly pulled back from the kiss, panting. He... He didn't know if he could do this. If Jayce treated him gently, he didn't know if he could keep himself distanced. Was that Jayce's plan?? He shivered as he felt Jayce's hands slip up into the back up his shirt, resting against his shoulder blades. Jayce had leaned forward, placing his chin on Viktor's chest and staring up at him curiously. "What can I do for you, Viktor?" He could leave. He could leave him alone. He could leave his life and never return. But... Viktor's shoulders sank and his hands shakily reached up. He was ashamed. He was ashamed and defeated and upset. His hands slid up to cup Jayce's cheeks, his fingers shaky. He asked what Jayce wanted to do, avoiding his gaze. 

Jayce's eyes glinted and his hands slid back out of Viktor's shirt. "I have to be honest, Vik." He reached up, gripping Viktor's wrists before pulling one of his hands back just enough to press a kiss to his palm. "Th-There's nothing I want more than to ram you into this couch and hear you scream out for me." The sentence made Viktor's face instantly flush and the heat spread down his neck. Jayce chuckled against his palm. "You don't seem too opposed to that, huh?" He didn't know. He really didn't know. Was he?? Was he opposed to that?? All of the alarm bells had gone off in his head. Jayce gave a small sigh. "I'm trying really hard to be gentle about this. I promise I am. I-I'm fighting every urge I have." He did seem to be telling the truth about that. Viktor could feel it in the way his hands gave a slight tremor against him. Was he being genuine?? Serious??  

Viktor's mind was muddled as Jayce pressed a kiss to his fingers. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't know what was going on. He kept glancing to the side before looking at him again. He was struggling to speak and he could see that curious gleam in Jayce's eyes again. He... He did want him to be gentle. He did want this and he hated that he wanted it, but he did. His hand untangled from Jayce's to cup his face again. He hesitated as he leaned forward, his lips inches from Jayce's. What was he doing?? What was he doing? This man had hurt him. Manipulated him. Kidnapped him. Why did he...? He finally pressed his lips to Jayce's and the other eagerly seemed to return it. So many emotions bubbled up in Viktor's body that he almost felt sick. His chest ached so much and Viktor suddenly deepened the kiss, it becoming a little more desperate. He needed it. He really, really needed it and he didn't know why. 

When he finally pulled away, his body was quivering. Gods, what was wrong with him?? Jayce stared up at him and Viktor could swear he saw a faint pink on his cheeks as the other reached up. Viktor startled, feeling Jayce's thumb wipe away the tears he hadn't even been aware were rolling down his face. When had he started crying?? "The gentleness, uh, really seems to be doing something for you." Jayce sounded both surprised and fascinated, Viktor shivering as he watched him lick the tears from his thumb. "You're initiating things." Viktor instantly replied that he needed Jayce to stop talking in a quiet, desperate voice. Jayce nodded, shutting his mouth. Viktor pulled back from him and his shaky hands started to unbutton his shirt. He felt terrible. What was he doing? He needed this so badly that it felt like it was burning him alive inside. He shrugged his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it hang off his elbows. Jayce hadn't said anything, as per Viktor's request, but his eyes hadn't looked away once. 

Viktor gained control of himself for a moment, long enough to cover his face. "St-Stop." He managed, his voice so weak, it only gave out in tremors. "I c-can't hate you if you're gentle. B-Be rough again. Insensitive. Uncaring. Just... You can't do this. N-Not after everything you did to me, I can't..." Viktor inhaled shakily, feeling like he was going to burst into tears again. Jayce was watching him quietly. He reached up, gently pulling one of his hands from his face and pressing his lips to his knuckle. "You can't. Jayce, this is not... how you are." Jayce didn't reply, moving Viktor's hand and tipping his head into it. "Stop. S-Say something. Y-You can't be like this. Not to me. Not after everything." 

"But I could be like this for you. Because I want to." Jayce responded, his eyes piercing into Viktor's again. Despite that focused look, there still wasn't anything dangerous. Viktor whispered that he couldn't. That he had to stop pretending. That he needed to threaten him, strangle him, anything. That he needed Jayce to stop lying to him. He dragged Jayce's hands up to wrap around his neck again, the other watching him quietly. There was nothing. No pressure. Viktor inhaled shakily before whispering that it wasn't fair as he squeezed his eyes shut. Jayce's hands pulled away from his throat and he slid them down Viktor's arms to push the shirt off of him. His hands moved back up, tugging at the magnets holding the body brace together. He leaned up and Viktor let out a weak, scared gasp as he felt his lips against his own again. His hands shook and more tears ran down his face before he melted, his arm wrapping around Jayce's neck and the other hand sliding up into his hair. The kiss became desperate and starving again, Jayce seeming more than willing to follow Viktor's lead. Viktor pulled back, tears running down his face. 

"Please, I need a reason to hate you right now. I can't... I..." Viktor's voice was desperate and shaking. "I need you to give me a reason." He inhaled shakily as he felt Jayce undo his body brace, pulling it off of him and dropping it to the floor. Jayce replied that he couldn't do that and Viktor inhaled shakily. "Please. Please let me hate you." 

"I can't, Vik." Jayce's voice was quiet. "I don't want you to hate me." So he could be terrified?? He could be hurt and fearful for his life, but Jayce drew the line at hating him? Viktor couldn't stand him. He felt his face flush again as Jayce leaned forward, pressing kisses down his chest. "You can bite me again if you need to." Viktor wasn't sure what Jayce meant until he felt two thick fingers push into his mouth. Jayce leaned back, his other hand moving up to cup the back of Viktor's head.  He started to carefully slide his fingers, making him give a violent shiver. Jayce kept pressing beneath his tongue as well, causing saliva to pool in his mouth. His hand left the back of Viktor's head, sliding down and undoing his pants. He slowly pulled his dripping fingers from Viktor's mouth, making the other gasp for air as tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth, his other hand curled tightly into the fabric of the shirt on Jayce's shoulders. 

He felt a finger hook the waistband of his pants behind him, tugging it outwards. Jayce's other hand slid down and Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, a desperate groan muffled in his throat as he felt the first wet finger push inside him. He instantly arched his back, a shaking noise escaping him. He couldn't help his shoulders sinking. Was Jayce being serious? When they'd done something like this before, Jayce hadn't reacted at all. Was he going to build Viktor up and just leave him like this?? Viktor couldn't imagine anything more devastating right then. He must've looked troubled because he nearly jumped as Jayce said his name in a quiet, prompting tone. He focused back on him. "What's wrong?" Jayce sounded so genuine. Viktor hated it. 

"Y-You did not get... aroused last time. What are you planning to do with me?? If you leave me like this, I truly, truly don't think I could forgive you." Viktor's voice held a fearful tremor and Jayce stared up at him. Viktor startled as Jayce suddenly wrapped his free arm around his waist and tugged him forward so their hips were slotted together. Viktor instantly covered his mouth, letting out a shaky exhale against his fingers. Jayce asked quietly if that answered his question. Viktor could feel a rather large bulge pressing up against him. Upon closer inspection, the tips of Jayce's ears were a bright red, though he seemed to be trying to maintain an expression of neutrality. Viktor swallowed weakly. "Ah?!" He cried out as Jayce started to thrust his finger, making his hips give a small shake. "Wh-Why this time??" 

Jayce stared at him. "I-I don't know. Something about... you." He trailed off, like he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "Something about th-this time." He suddenly pushed in a second finger and Viktor cried out, his voice muffled by his hand. "Something about you... actually sounding... pleased." He started to thrust both his fingers and Viktor's face burned. He hesitated before cupping Jayce's face. He leaned forward again, forcibly stopping himself when their lips were inches apart. He could just barely hear the bother in Jayce's soft breaths. "I-It's just nice to hear." Jayce whispered quietly. He sounded a little stunned himself, like he hadn't been expecting it. Viktor gulped before leaning forward and closing the kiss. He slid his hand up into Jayce's hair again, letting out small noises against his lips. His legs ached and he couldn't help but make a small, pained noise. 

He felt Jayce pause and the other pulled back, seeming like he was trying to scan him over to figure out what was wrong. "I-It's fine." Viktor managed to dab at his chin, trying to clean himself up a little. "I-I'm not very... very flexible, this position is..." He wasn't sure how to word it for a moment. "It is q-quite taxing." He startled as Jayce instantly pulled out his fingers, his other hand lightly pressing on Viktor's stomach. Viktor stared at him, wondering if he'd upset him. He startled as Jayce wrapped an arm around his waist, seeming to push himself up on slightly shaky legs while carrying Viktor. He put him down on the couch, guiding Viktor onto his elbows and knees before Viktor felt the couch shift behind him. His face was completely burning again. Not just from the position, but from how easy it was to apparently grab him around the waist. The blanket was in front of him and Viktor reached out, dragging it towards him and burying his face against it. 

Viktor's startled noise as muffled as he felt Jayce's tongue. Each lick was harder and harder until he felt it push inside of him and Jayce's breath was hot against him. Viktor couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe Jayce and he couldn't believe himself. He nearly jumped again as he felt Jayce's hand ghost under the bottom of his twitching length. Even the lightest touch was maddening and he squeezed around Jayce's tongue. The other finally pulled back, panting. "H-Have you ever done this before, Vik?" Jayce sounded worried as Viktor heard the sound of a belt. He kept his head buried against the blankets before he gave a small shake. He felt Jayce's hand softly rubbing his hip. "Okay... Okay, it's going to hurt at first, alright? I-I'll let you adjust and you tell me when I can move." Jayce stumbled over his words. Viktor's heart was absolutely pounding. 

His fingers tightened on the blanket as he felt something hard pressing against him. The noise that left Viktor's throat was loud and sinful, making him bury his face again to muffle it. Something thick had pushed inside of him and Jayce was right, it did hurt. He felt the other stop, his hands massaging circles into his hips. "Br-Breathe. Y-You're too tight. R-Relax your b-body." Jayce instructed shakily. Viktor lifted his head and managed to start pulling in forcibly controlled breaths. It was so much. He let out a small, high-pitched noise of shock as he felt Jayce slide all the way in, his hips felt pressing against him. "Hah..." Jayce let out a small groan above him. "Vik..." He leaned forward and Viktor felt heat explode all the way to his shoulders as Jayce delivered the same ghostly kiss to the nape of his neck that he had that day. 

Now that Jayce was inside him, Viktor could definitely feel how hard Jayce was holding back. He could feel the tremor in his fingers and the violent twitching of his length buried deep inside of him. Viktor still had tears running down his face, but it wasn't from pain. His toes were slightly curled. "M-Move... Move, please..." He managed to say in a shaking tone. He felt Jayce pause before the other started to slowly thrust. "Hah!! Mmh!" Viktor hid his face down in the blanket again. His body felt like it was sucking Jayce in. Had he wanted this so badly?? Had he wanted him this badly?? It was embarrassing. Shameful. It just... felt... so good. He opened his mouth before instantly shutting it. No. No, he could not give Jayce that. He had given him everything else. He couldn't let Jayce have that. Jayce gave a slow roll of his hips and Viktor let out another filthy noise. 

He could hear panting above him and he flustered as he felt Jayce's arm wrap around his waist again. "Viktor..." He heard his voice next to his head before lips pressed against the back of his ear and he nearly cried again. This was all too much. Why was he doing this?? Was he trying to torment him? It was too sweet. Too gentle. He spoke weakly, pleading for Jayce to go faster. "Y-Yeah, of course." He started to thrust harder and Viktor gasped, his hand moving to his mouth again. He didn't want to be loud. He didn't want to be loud. There were always four Enforcers outside his door at any given time. He... He couldn't. Jayce suddenly pulled back and slotted himself all the way back in, finally drawing a small shriek from Viktor. Jayce groaned. Viktor opened his mouth again, but he forced it shut with his shaking fingers. 

Even while he was pounding into Viktor, Jayce's hand was rubbing shaky circles on the hip above his bad leg. He kept pressing desperate, heated kisses to the back of Viktor's neck and shoulders. His length was twitching madly and Viktor could feel every little movement inside of him. It was absolutely maddening. "H-Hah... mmh..." He kept trying to muffle his noises and he paused as he felt Jayce's hand gently pull his from his mouth. Jayce's hand practically swallowed Viktor's. 

"D-Don't keep quiet, please. I-I want to hear you." Jayce's voice was less of a command than it was a small plea and it broke Viktor's heart. He buried his cheek against the blanket, his fingers squeezing Jayce's hand. He was sucking him in more and he heard Jayce swear as he started to speed up again. All of a sudden, the angle slightly changed and Viktor's eyes widened as the couch gave a violent shake, him being pressed down into it. He'd never felt something like this so deep inside of him and he finally erupted. 

"J-JAYCE!!" He was much louder than he meant to be and he felt Jayce pause completely. He heard the other let out a small, excited breath and he had the innate feeling that he was in danger before a loud sound exploded from him as Jayce started to pound him down against the couch. His knees dropped, but Jayce didn't seem to mind, holding his hips. The couch was creaking violently and Viktor cried out Jayce's name again, it being muffled by the blanket. He could barely think and his length was throbbing so much that it was painful. The tip kept rubbing against the couch and he whined. He couldn't handle it. He really, really couldn't handle it. He clawed at the couch before screaming out as a feeling of ecstasy rushed over his body like a torrent of water, sapping all the energy from his bones. He heard Jayce let out a shaking swear and he felt something wet spilling into him. It made him arch his back with a firm shiver. 

Both of them fell into quiet panting. Viktor could feel Jayce's hands lightly pressing against his hips before he moaned as Jayce slowly pulled out of him with a wet noise. He felt loose and empty, his eyes wide as he tried to process what had just happened. He startled, flinching a little as he felt Jayce take his arm. The other rolled him onto his back and his eyes went wide as he felt Jayce's lips against his own again. Jayce sounded absolutely winded as he spoke, saying Viktor was incredible. Viktor couldn't say anything, only able to reach up and shakily pull Jayce's head down against his chest. He wondered if Jayce could hear how hard his heart was pounding. If the following chuckle was any indication, he could. "...I hate you." Viktor managed in a weak voice. Jayce glanced up at him before resting his cheek against his bare stomach. 

"I know, Vik." His words were warm and they made Viktor tear up again. It just wasn't fair. He laid his head back and Jayce leaned up over him, his golden-brown eyes studying him. "...If you want to just pass out, you can. I can clean up everything." Jayce said after a moment. He couldn't. He couldn't. The darkness pressing at the edges of his vision said otherwise, but all he could focus on was the warmth in Jayce's eyes. There was warmth, but there was also something so off-putting. So cold. So wrong. He didn't understand. Why did Jayce have to do this?? Why couldn't he let Viktor just hate him?? It wasn't fair. 

More tears ran down his face as Jayce watched him. He reached up, gently wiping them away and giving a smile as Viktor finally closed his eyes, temporarily resigning himself to an empty darkness. 

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He could hear his name. He could hear his name being whispered in nearly every voice he knew. Skye's, Jinx's, Jayce. Vi's, Caitlyn's, Silco's, Jayce. Viktor could hear it in his own. He didn't know what they were saying. He didn't know what they were saying and it was all blending together into one nightmarish chorus. "Viktor!" He jolted awake, a hand instantly covering his mouth to muffle his shriek. He immediately moved his own hand up, gripping the wrist. He was shaking and Jayce stared at him quietly. "Hey... hey, you were... uh... It looked like you were having a nightmare..." He said softly. Something was wrong with him. Viktor could clock that in an instant, much to his disdain at himself. Jayce wouldn't meet his gaze and Viktor paused, trying to catch his breath. He hesitated before moving his hand up, pushing his slender fingers between Jayce's larger ones. That gesture seemed to instantly get Jayce's attention, the other glancing up at him. 

Viktor had sat up on the couch, his body under the blanket. It felt like Jayce had properly redressed him. Viktor started to weakly cough before taking in a breath. "What's... What's wrong?" He asked, glancing at him. He had moved their hands down to his lap. He just needed to keep doing that to keep Jayce's attention. Small, quick displays of affection or playfulness. He could tell when the other was distracted and troubled. It had worked all the time back at the house and it still proved true now. It was the only vague form of control Viktor could experience. Jayce seemed hesitant to tell him before Viktor gave his hand a small squeeze. 

"Uh, C-Cait went missing this morning... I'm, uh, I'm worried she ran off to the undercity again with that... that criminal." He grumbled the word bitterly and Viktor stared at him. That almost made him want to laugh, considering Jayce's charges, but he didn't. He could understand Jayce's concern, but he had met Vi. If they had both gone to the undercity, Viktor didn't think being with Vi would be a bad thing for Caitlyn. "She... She just left without a word. Disappeared. No one can find her anywhere." Jayce paused as Viktor gave his hand another squeeze. He could hear the strain creeping into Jayce's voice. There were many, many, many things that Viktor couldn't trust about Jayce. Things too numerous to count, even. But, his worry for 'Sprout' was not one of them. That one was real. Genuine. 

"If she is with Vi, I imagine she is safe." Viktor said quietly. "They seem close." Jayce stared at him before glancing back at the ground, his brow furrowed in doubt. "I heard you made her gauntlets. You must like her somewhat." Instantly, Jayce seemed to become amusingly outraged. 

"I did not make those for her, she took them! They were supposed to be used for mining, but she-" Jayce stopped as he saw the smile struggling to hide itself on Viktor's lips and he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "...You're messing with me." Viktor shook his head, saying he wouldn't do that. "Haha." Jayce fell quiet again and sighed, pulling his hand back and running it over his hair. "You're meeting the Council today." The statement struck the fear of the gods straight into Viktor's soul and he glanced over at Jayce in shock. "Yeah... I'm going to be showing them how the Hexcore affects your..." He gestured to his leg. "...mobility." Jayce glanced up at his face before holding up his hands. "I-I'm going to be doing all the talking, Viktor. Promise. You won't have to say anything." Good gods, why hadn't Jayce warned him sooner?? The Council?? The entire Council?? 

Viktor turned to face Jayce quickly, seeming to startle him before Jayce yelped as Viktor kicked him in the arm. "Ow! Vik, that still hurts, even without your brace!" Jayce exclaimed, staring at him. 

"G-Good!" Viktor sputtered. "I'm going to be meeting the entire Piltover Council and you didn't think to tell me this sooner?!" Jayce blinked before glancing to the side, trying to pull together an explanation that there hadn't exactly been much time to tell him, which very much sounded like an excuse to Viktor. "A-Are we going now??"

"No! No, we won't be meeting them until the afternoon!" Jayce said quickly, holding up his hands as he tried to reassure Viktor.  Viktor had slid his hand up into his hair. His eyes drifted behind Jayce and he paused. There was a folded pile of clothes on the table, including a corset. It was a red and gold ensemble and Viktor was momentarily taken back. He asked if that outfit was his in a quiet voice. "Oh, y-yeah, it's my family colors. I hope... that's alright." Jayce actually sounded uncertain for once. Viktor was finally distracted by what was next to the pile and a chill went down his spine. A container?

"We are bringing the Hexcore?" He asked quietly, his voice a little shaky. Jayce nodded, saying they would be bringing the one Viktor built since it was small enough. "How big is the one you created?" Jayce paused before replying that it was pretty sizable. "What on earth did you use for the body?" He paused as Jayce stared at him blankly before echoing the last two words in confusion. Viktor could only stare back at him. "Do you... not have a body for the magic to orbit?" Jayce stared at him before shaking his head. He glanced back at the Hexcore in the stand. 

"Well, uh, I really didn't think we had... taken different paths to building it. I still can't even figure out how you Anomalized yours like that." Viktor paused at Jayce's words. He'd what? He reran the events in his mind. Right. It had looked different before... before Viktor had introduced his blood to it. He stared at Jayce quietly before his eyes fell to the ground. "You used a gear, right? Is that why there's one in there??" Jayce sounded curious. "For the... body?" Viktor nodded. Jayce was staring back at his Hexcore before turning to Viktor. "...We have some time. Let's take a trip." A trip?? Viktor wasn't even allowed to leave this room. He watched as Jayce got up, moving to the door before opening it and leaning outside, seeming to speak to someone. Viktor reached his hand out to the side hesitantly, gripping his crutch and pulling it over. "Viktor, come on!" Jayce called out from the door. Viktor was disheveled and he'd just woken up, but apparently that didn't matter to Jayce. Where were they going? 

Viktor managed to push himself to his feet and limped over to Jayce, who reached out and placed a hand on his lower back, making him jump in surprise. An Enforcer was waiting for them outside the door. Viktor furrowed his brow as she turned and started leading them down the hall. "Please slow down. We're not as fast." Jayce stated, making her pause and turn back to them. Viktor glanced up. He wasn't as fast, but it seemed Jayce was determined to keep pace with him, much to the Enforcer's muted impatience. It became especially apparent when they had to descend the stairs. It took them nearly five minutes. Once they reached the bottom, Viktor now had an idea of where they were going and his hand was already shaking on his crutch. This wasn't a good idea. He really, really didn't think this was a good idea. 

As they entered the hallway to their destination, Viktor let out a shaky, silent breath. He could already feel it. He could already hear it in his head, feel it under his skin. That humming. That humming. He managed to lift his head as they approached the door to Heimerdinger's lab. "J-Jayce, I don't think this is a good idea." Viktor finally managed to speak up. He could barely hear himself. He swallowed shakily as Jayce responded that it would be alright. "I..." Viktor stopped dead in his tracks, not wanting to go any further. It was so loud already. Jayce tried to nudge him forward and Viktor finally spoke in a completely strained voice. "Jayce." That seemed to take the other back and the curious excitement in his eyes was quickly replaced as he finally seemed to process just how frightened Viktor actually was. The Enforcer positioned herself next to the door with a small sigh. 

"Hey, it's fine. I'll be here if anything goes wrong. If something starts happening, I'll get you out of there, alright??" Jayce was trying to assure him again, but Viktor wasn't sure he could believe his words. He wasn't sure what kind of theory Jayce was trying to prove with this, but he was certain the other wouldn't try to rescue him from anything until he had an answer. Viktor could feel the humming in his bones and crawling up his spine. "Professor Heimerdinger's likely here too! You'll be able to see him again. He said when he tried to visit you before..." Jayce's voice was swallowed by the humming noise and Viktor's body was stiff as Jayce guided him forward. He unlocked the door and it slid open, revealing the lab. Viktor couldn't hear a damn thing and he could only stare at the massive blue orb crackling in the center of the room. He moved through the doorway and his hand instantly twitched. 

In a second, he'd dropped his crutch, the clatter dulled as it hit the floor. His hands had instantly lit up from the inside with a crackling purple light and he felt his leg giving off the same energy. Just for a moment, he was able to process that Heimerdinger was in the room. He couldn't hear anything him or Jayce were saying. It was all so drowned out by that humming and he could hear Jayce's voice, hushed with excitement. Shaking. "Imagine what we could do with this." He felt Jayce's hand take his and he moved forward, walking effortlessly towards the orb. It wasn't the real Jayce. He knew it wasn't. "This kind of power." Viktor felt something wet running down his face as he stopped in front of it. That hand lit him go and he felt his hands on his shoulders. "Have you made a decision yet, Viktor?" He was bleeding. Good gods, he could feel the blood streaming down his face from his nose. This Hexcore was elevated. He couldn't... taint it. He also could not tear his eyes away from it. 

Viktor felt like he was going to be sick. He felt like he was going to be sick or he was going to pass out, but something was keeping him standing. He couldn't buckle even if he wanted to. He heard Jayce chuckle softly. "Take your time. I'll keep you alive." He stated in a promising tone. Once again, it sounded more sinister than assuring. "I won't rush your decision." He couldn't move. Why couldn't he move?? The energy surging through his hands and leg was bordering on painful, but it was just soft enough. He could taste the iron in his mouth and he started to wheeze quietly. It was so choking. He startled as he was suddenly yanked back by his waist and spun around. Instantly, his whole body unlocked and he collapsed to his knees, starting to cough. Red spattered the ground in front of him as he shakily raised a hand to his face. 

He glanced up, watching with blurry vision as Heimerdinger appeared with a box of tissues. Jayce was knelt in front of Viktor, seeming shocked as he quickly took tissues from the box and held them under Viktor's nose. Viktor barely managed to reach up and hold them there as well. He still couldn't hear anything. He still couldn't hear anything except that humming and he squeezed his eyes shut, holding his free hand up to his ear. He gasped as Jayce's arms suddenly slipped under him. He picked him up, his hand under his back and the other under his knees before moving away. The moment they passed over the doorway, that humming stopped and Viktor could only hear his own gasping breaths. They were back in the hallway and Jayce quickly set him down on the bench. He started to pull away, but Viktor reached up, curling his fingers into Jayce's jacket. 

Heimerdinger had followed them into the hall, holding Viktor's crutch. He looked shocked, setting the crutch down and reaching out, placing his hand on Viktor's knee with wide eyes. "Viktor, my boy? Can you hear us now??" He sounded shocked and Viktor gave a shaky nod. Heimerdinger turned to Jayce with a frown. "Lad, perhaps exposing him to a larger Hexcore was not a bright idea." Jayce nodded, saying that he could see that now. Viktor rolled his eyes before muttering that he'd told him. Despite his worry, there was a small chuckle from Heimerdinger. "I've missed you, my boy." He said, patting Viktor's knee. Viktor stared at him before managing a small smile behind the tissues. He'd missed him too. "I recommend some rest and recovery! I will be seeing both of you later at the Council meeting!" Heimerdinger turned and scampered back into his lab, the door sliding shut again. 

Viktor stared at it before pulling the tissues from his face. "Ugh..." He made a weak noise of disgust, trying to clean the blood from his neck and chin. "Perhaps exposing someone warped by the Arcane to another, much larger Hexcore was ill planning!" He said, glaring at Jayce. 

"I just wanted to see the results! I didn't think you'd just start bleeding everywhere!" Jayce instantly protested, making Viktor scoff. 

"You don't think!" He snapped, finishing wiping his face and holding the bloodied tissues in his hands. He paused as Jayce spoke again, asking what he'd thought of his Hexcore. Was Jayce serious?? Viktor stared at him. "I... I don't know. Jayce, I can barely remember anything I just did." Jayce seemed disappointed by this, though he clearly wouldn't say so out loud. Someone awkwardly cleared their throat and both of them looked up at the Enforcer still stationed outside the door. She looked more than a little concerned before asking if they were going to be returning to the room. Viktor nodded, reaching down and picking up his crutch, using it to stand. As Jayce started to get up, Viktor smacked him in the calf with the crutch, making him yelp again. Viktor gave a heavy sigh before starting to limp after the Enforcer. Once they'd reached his room again, he faltered a little at the looks the other Enforcers gave him. None of them seemed like they could look at him and he wondered if he looked like some kind of monster. 

As he moved inside, the door finally shut and clicked before Jayce spoke again. "...They said they heard everything last night." He stated. "That's... the... the reason they're staring." Viktor wasn't sure if that had been supposed to reassure him because it sure as hell did not. His entire face started to burn and his eyes went wide. He quickly covered his face again, leaning on his crutch. "You'll probably need help with some parts of the outfit." Were they really just going to gloss over that?? Well, of course Jayce would. He didn't seem to have an ounce of shame in his body when it came to things like that. Viktor asked if this was Jayce's subtle way of telling him he needed to change and Jayce glanced away. "I mean... did it work?" Viktor rolled his eyes again. 

He moved over to the table, setting down the blood tissues before looking the outfit over. Luckily, the corset seemed to be a false one, buttons seen hidden beneath one of the sides. Well... no, he wouldn't need help with this, but... He glanced over at Jayce with a raised brow. "I have my clothes in the bathroom. I was planning on a shower." Jayce explained. Viktor paused before nodding. He turned back to his outfit before setting his crutch against the table. He started to shakily unbutton his shirt again and he heard quick footsteps before the bathroom door shut. What, was Jayce shy now?? Viktor gave a small, unamused scoff. He stripped himself down before hesitantly hooking his fingers into the straps of the body brace. He furrowed his brow, absentmindedly tugging at the stiff leather. He'd never heard the Hexcore sound excited like that. Breathless at its own power. It made sense, it never would've seen itself before, but... Viktor's shoulders slightly scrunched up. Something felt... dangerous about it.

He reached out to the outfit. The collared shirt was dark red, though golden designs were sewn up the sleeves, mimicking leaves and vines. The vest was white and the corset was gold, the pants being black. Viktor sighed through his nose. These fabrics... They looked far too fancy for him. He started to dress himself, finally coming to the corset, which he unbuttoned and carefully wrapped around his waist. He paused, realizing that it was, in fact, still a corset and he was struggling to pull the buttons to one another. He hated to admit defeat, but once he'd been trying for five minutes, his patience had run thin again. He grabbed his crutch and limped over to the desk, sitting down in the chair and pulling his leg brace up. When he'd slipped it on and turned the knobs to pressurize it, he actually jumped a little. He didn't... remember it being this tight. Maybe it was just because he hadn't worn it for a little? 

Viktor stared at his leg quietly before reaching out, giving the brace small tugs everywhere he could. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the bathroom door opened. It had to have only been about thirty minutes, was Jayce already done?? Viktor paused as he saw him. Jayce had styled his hair back and he was dressed in a white suit, adorned with gold and red. The jacket of the suit was longer, going a little past his waist. He paused as he saw Viktor. Instantly, his eyes lit up and Viktor's hands tightened on the brace. He wished he didn't look so excited. He wished it didn't make him feel warm like that. He heard footsteps and glanced up. Jayce had taken the corset from the table and come over. Viktor begrudgingly stood up, keeping himself as still as possible as Jayce's large hands wrapped the corset around his waist. 

Viktor let out a sharp, soft noise as he felt Jayce suddenly pull the sides together, the buttons heard clicking together. It was really pulling in his already slender waist. Viktor's fingers curled against his crutch as he stared down at the corset. These clothes... They were too nice. Far too nice for someone like him. He blinked as Jayce moved away before coming back with the container. He held it out to Viktor. "It'll... probably react better to you doing it." Jayce admitted, his eyes aimed to the side. Viktor nodded, unscrewing the bottom of the container before moving over to the Hexcore. He propped up his crutch again before whispering that they had somewhere important to go. The Hexcore buzzed as he slipped the container over it, pressing a button. Instantly, the gear in the center of the Hexcore was magnetized upwards, which resulted in the entire Hexcore being dragged up. Viktor pulled it from the stand before quickly screwing the bottom on. He held the container against his chest. He could hear the Hexcore humming and pulsing. 

Those arms were wrapped around him. Faint and loose, but they were there. Viktor furrowed his brow. The Hexcore's constant reminders that it would keep him alive were starting to unnerve him. He had been much more hesitant about touching it lately. "The Council building is a bit of a walk away. That's why I wanted to leave now. Once we get there, we can just sit and rest." Jayce said, offering his hand to Viktor with a smile. Gods, what a gentleman he looked like. Well-adjusted, clean-shaven and well put-together. Everything that Viktor didn't think of when he looked at him usually. Those eyes were scanning him over and he could tell how pleased Jayce was by the outfit. It finally embarrassed him enough to make him look down. He hesitantly pulled one of his hands from the container and reached out, the crutch still tucked under his arm. He gave Jayce's hand a squeeze before pulling his own back. 

He really was trusting him, wasn't he? Viktor had just nearly passed out and here he was, about to head to the Council building. All because of Jayce's enthusiasm. He glanced over. All because of him. "You lead. I'll follow." He said quietly. Jayce nodded, moving to his side and placing his hand on his lower back again. Viktor's heart was pounding, but not from anything Jayce was doing. The Council. The most powerful and wealthy people in Piltover. Viktor wasn't ready. He felt like he was going to be sick. 

"You can do this, Viktor." Jayce's statement was soft and unexpected, Viktor glancing up at him with wide eyes. They quickly became doubtful and he glanced down again. He didn't know if he could. "I'll be by your side the whole time." Viktor scoffed before asking if that was a threat in a sarcastic tone. "Viktor..." He weakened as Jayce rubbed a small circle on his back. He apologized, stating he was just anxious. "I know, but we have to focus. Are you ready?" 

No. No, he was not. In fact, he'd never been less prepared for something in his life and he blamed Jayce entirely for this. He looked down at the pulsing Hexcore before closing his eyes and sighing again. 

"...Yes." 

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Viktor's hand was shaking on his crutch. He kept having to forcibly lift his head, not wanting to look meek and small. His body language, however, very much wanted to. His other hand was cupped under the bottom of the Hexcore's container as he kept it hugged against his chest. He was so shaky. He was so shaky and he could feel Jayce's hand on his lower back as they moved down the gold-accented halls. He'd been in this building a few times, thanks to Heimerdinger, but to be the object of scrutiny before the eyes of the Council was... Viktor felt like he was going to be sick. In addition to Jayce's hand on his back, supporting him as he walked, he could also feel faint arms wrapped around his torso from behind. "You'll do fine. Just remember to breathe. It's all just a show." Jayce's voice whispered to him. When he glanced to the side, Jayce wasn't even looking at him at the moment. He still seemed distracted and Viktor knew why. 

Still no news on Caitlyn. Viktor glanced to the front. They had three Enforcers in front of them and two more behind them. Viktor could practically sense the annoyance of the two stuck behind them, but Jayce didn't seem bothered. It did seem like he was purposefully going slower though. Viktor tried to keep his eyes forward. The whole building had felt choking and restrictive the moment he'd stepped foot inside. It felt like he was drowning. He squeezed his eyes shut and took another deep breath, as per the instructions of his false Jayce. It felt strange to have both of them touching him at the same time. The Hexcore buzzed and rumbled against his chest. The Enforcers all stopped, both sets moving to either side of the large, ornate doors. "I'll inform the Council of your arrival. Please wait here." The lead Enforcer told them. He turned and slipped through the doors. 

Jayce finally turned to Viktor, his golden-brown eyes scanning him over. "Hey." He said softly, his gloved hand reaching out to place itself on Viktor's. Viktor startled, managing to meet his gaze. 

"H-Hey." He replied quietly. Jayce asked how he felt and Viktor clenched his jaw a little. "Like I'm going to be sick. I've not seen nearly any of these people before. I must approach them as not only a Zaunite, but some... some experiment warped and corrupted by untapped energy." Viktor sounded a little pained as he spoke. Jayce quickly stated that he wasn't an experiment. Viktor stared at him, glancing at the doors before his eyes moved back to Jayce. "But do they know that?" Jayce had opened his mouth, but he paused, seeming unable to answer. Viktor's shoulders sank and he let out a small sigh through his nose, turning his head away. "These are the most powerful people in Piltover. I... I had hoped to never stand in their judgement." Jayce replied that he wasn't being judged for anything. Viktor could only clench his jaw in response. They both stood in silence for a moment before a weak smile quirked Jayce's lips.

"...Hey, at least you won't be on trial with them." Jayce tried to offer awkwardly. Viktor shot him an unamused look before saying that Jayce deserved it in a flat voice. Jayce rolled his eyes before they both looked up as the Enforcer who'd went inside came out, holding the door open. 

"The Council is ready for you both." He stated. Viktor felt a chill go down his spine before Jayce's hand was felt gently nudging him forward. Viktor slipped past the doors first, glancing around at the pillars lining the entryway leading up to the rest of the room. He instantly slowed his steps and Jayce came through next. He could hear voices, but they quieted after a moment and Viktor could feel eyes on them. It nearly froze him up like a deer. Jayce came up next to him, asking in a whisper if Viktor wanted him to go first. Viktor instantly nodded, his eyes wide. Jayce studied him before reaching out and gently hooking his arm with Viktor's. He led him forward and, sure enough, everyone at the Council table was already staring at them. The table itself was large and gear-shaped. Every Counciler was sat within one of the curves. 

Viktor recognized Heimerdinger and Mel, but everyone else was a mystery to him and he did not like how a few of them were looking at him. Jayce seemed to approach an older woman, letting Viktor go. The Enforcers around the room started to instantly move up, but the older woman held up a hand. She seemed in disdain as she told Jayce there had been no updates. His shoulders sank. The woman's face was familiar and Viktor blinked. This must've been the Kiramman House. Caitlyn's mother. Jayce had called her... Cassandra. Right? Viktor caught the sharp gaze of the pale blond Counciler and he quickly averted his eyes, holding his crutch. He was slightly leaned back against an unoccupied part of the table. Jayce moved back to the center of the table, standing up straight and presenting himself in a confident way that Viktor could never dream of in his damn life. 

As Jayce spoke, his voice seemed to fade into background noise again for Viktor. He could feel those arms wrapped around him. Loosely. Faintly. But they were there. That pit in his stomach hadn't closed and he glanced out towards one of the massive windows, his eyes roaming over the sky. He finally startled as he heard his name, his head jerking back to face everyone. Jayce had beckoned to him, though Viktor could tell he looked vaguely annoyed. However, it didn't seem to be with him. Viktor paused before using his crutch to move forward, Jayce's hand settling on his lower back again. "Counciler Salo." He muttered to Viktor, subtly guiding his attention to the pale blond Counciler. 

"Viktor, was it? You seem quite bored by this meeting. Are we wasting your time?" Salo's voice was ever so slightly scathing beneath its light tone and Viktor blinked, a little taken back. 

"Of course not, Counciler. I am just afraid I do not have much to add to anything Jayce has to say. I only have experience with one of the Hextech creations." Viktor managed to reply. While his voice did strain a little, it wouldn't shake and he had never been more proud of himself. Salo seemed unamused before gesturing to the container and asking if it was that one he was holding. "Yes. This is my Hexcore." Hadn't Jayce said he wouldn't have to speak? Viktor hated this. He glanced over. Heimerdinger gave him a small, encouraging nod. Mel seemed vaguely concerned for him. Salo asked what his Hexcore did. "There is not one sole function for the Hexcore. It is... ever-growing. Changing and adapting. What it does for me is allow the ability... to walk." It felt like such an understatement, but Viktor really didn't want to get into it with someone who was looking at him in such veiled disgust. Viktor tapped the ground with his crutch. "Which is quite... quite difficult for me." 

"Would you mind demonstrating, Viktor?" Mel's voice was quiet and prompting. Viktor nodded. He wasn't sure how to go about it for a moment before Jayce gently took his crutch, allowing him to use both hands. He steadied himself for a moment before unscrewing the bottom of the container. He inhaled quietly before stretching his hand inside. The manifestations that came with touching the Hexcore felt slightly nullified with the gloves on. Jayce moved back from him, but Viktor could feel his hands on him. One was carefully pressed to his leg and the other was placed over the hand on the container.

"I will not let you fall. Just do your dance for them and we can leave." Jayce's voice told him softly. Right. Viktor pulled his hand back, screwing the container shut as he felt those hands disappear. He held the container out to Jayce, who took it. He paused as Heimerdinger stood up in his chair, prompting Viktor to come over to him. Viktor perked up just a little before moving forward. There was a small murmur among the Council members as Viktor seemed to move with ease. He barely even seemed to need his leg brace. He reached Heimerdinger, who smiled. 

"Good job, lad." He told him quietly. Viktor thanked him in a soft voice. He turned and started to walk back towards Jayce. He could see Mel behind him, nodding approvingly, and he stopped as he reached Jayce again. He was handed his crutch, the quiet applause from the Council almost sounding condescending. Viktor tucked it under his side before Jayce started to speak again. Pride crept into his voice as he spoke, saying that he'd brokered a deal with Silco for peace with the city of Zaun. Viktor took the Hexcore container as he it was handed to him and ever so slightly leaned against Jayce's side. For a moment, the energy of the room had changed to something disbelieving, but hopeful. Viktor could only let the conversation drone into background noise as he stared out the window. 

Something glowed. Bright blue. Faint. Distant. Bright. Viktor felt a chill go down his spine. His hands pressed to either side of the glass on the container and he heard Jayce's voice. "Why him? He's done nothing but hurt you. I need to protect you." Viktor knew. He did know that, but in the half a second of silence, he was begging and pleading and crying in his mind for the Hexcore to do it. Jayce's voice sounded pained and resigned as it spoke again. "I will do it for you." He was vaguely aware of the Council members starting to raise their hands. He turned and passed the container to Jayce rather suddenly, making everyone startle. 

"Viktor?" Jayce whispered his name to him in confusion and he startled as Viktor dropped his crutch, staring out the window. That glow... It was growing brighter. Brighter and brighter. A chill went down his spine. Closer. Closer and closer. His heart sank into his chest. He heard Heimerdinger say his name in worry before there was the sound of him leaving his chair. Viktor felt his eyes burning and the first tears rolled down his face as the room was suddenly cast into a bright blue light. All of the lanterns shuddered and went out. Viktor could only keep his eyes forward, staring into that blinding light. Good gods, how tragic. Life was cruel. Unfair. More tears streamed down his face. He would not close his eyes. He would not go gentle into that good night. It would have to take him itself.

There was the sound of shattering glass and something smashing into the ground before all of Viktor's senses shut off at once and he no longer felt anything at all. 

•• End of Act Three ••

End of Season One

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The expanse felt different. Stagnant. Toxic. Like a pool of diseased water. He couldn't move, but he couldn't feel his body. He couldn't breathe, but he wasn't choking. He could only stare, but nothing was processing. He saw nothing. He heard nothing. Only silence and that endless expanse. There was a crackle. What? There was a crackle. Viktor's fingers gave a small twitch. He could see stars. He was laying on his back. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. His jaws parted before a torrent of electricity ripped through his core so suddenly that it tore an absolutely harrowing scream from his throat that seemed to echo around the expanse and stretch onwards for miles. His back had arched off the ground and his fingers curled. It hurt. It was blindingly hot and chillingly cold all at the same time, Viktor gasping for air like a dying fish. His body was crackling all over and he lost all feeling in his limbs, though he knew they were still moving. Despite already being on the ground, he dropped back against it so hard that he knocked the wind out of himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, wheezing. 

Viktor barely managed to hold up his hand and he watched through blurry eyes as the webbing that usually covered his arms in this place started to fill in. His... His whole body was becoming filled in with a white silhouette. As feeling slowly returned to his limbs, panic filled his chest and he tried to push himself back, his eyes wide. The white glow continued to climb his body and he took in a sharp breath as it suddenly stopped just beneath his shoulders. He had pushed himself up to lean back on his elbows, though his arms were still shaky. He couldn't quite... Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't quite think? Why couldn't he think?? He reached up, shakily sliding a hand into his hair and gripping it again. He paused. It was...? He inhaled shakily as he sat up, reaching behind himself. His hair was cut short again?? What had happened to the rest of it?? He realized something else and shakily raised a hand to his chest. No heartbeat thrummed beneath his fingers. Had... he ever had a heartbeat when he was here before?? Why was it so hard to think???

Viktor slammed one of his hand down in frustration, jumping as the ground suddenly gave a massive ripple outwards, like he'd just disturbed the surface of a massive still lake. Viktor didn't understand. He managed to steel himself before getting to his feet. He wobbled for a moment, nearly falling, but it wasn't because of his knee. He'd suddenly become so dizzy, he'd almost dropped instantly. He steadied himself, squeezing his eyes shut again. What the hell was touching him?? Something had started to climb his legs and his breathing sped up as he tried to move. He couldn't. He was stuck in place. "Wait... W-Wait, wait-" Viktor sputtered in a completely hoarse voice as he felt whatever it was climbing his body. "Wait! Please!" It felt like a gelatin, encasing his body. "Pl-Please..." It was cold and sent shivers across his skin. His skin?? He stared at the white silhouette of his hands as they were encased in that bright blue clear casing. He tipped his head back, feeling it climb up the sides of his neck. A voice whispered for him to focus. 

Good gods, he felt trapped. He felt trapped and panicked. Like a fly in a web. All of sudden, it felt like he was being drained. Not physically, but all his emotions, his thoughts, his colors. Everything was being dragged away from him and dulled down. He kept his eyes shut and pulled in a shaking breath. He felt air. That was air. Air? Viktor's eyes opened and he was met with a different scene. He startled a little as he started to fall forward. He had been held up by something, but whatever it was seemed to become wispy and fragile. It really did feel like a spider's web. He tore free and there was a thump as he hit the floor. For a moment, all he could do was lay there, taking in silent, heaving breaths. The floor was cold. It was dark where he was and he vaguely became aware of the rapidly fading white-blue light behind him. He managed to slightly turn his head, staring at where he'd just fell from. 

It was a frame. It was frame filled with whitish-blue strings that seemed to be dissolving into nothing. In the center of it was a vaguely human-shaped hole. It looked like a... a cocoon. Viktor could only stare at it, the light slowly dimming as more of the wispy webbing faded away. Finally, he was left in a dim room with an empty frame. A dark room and an empty frame. Viktor finally managed to move his body, pressing his hands to the floor. He stared at them quietly before something glinted. On his knuckles, pieces of gold seemed embedded along his fingers. His... arm... The purple that had been resigned to his hands had spread. It had spread so much farther. He felt a chill and furrowed his brow. Was he not...? He glanced down. No, he wasn't. Where were his clothes? He paused as he raised a hand to his chest, tracing over the gold pattern imprinted into his chest. Where was his skin? Was...? 

Viktor slowly raised his head, his eyes scanning over the room and trying to process everything. This was... this was the room he'd been locked in before. He blinked a couple times. The door to the hallway outside had a chair jammed under the handle. Viktor could only stare at it. His head slowly turned to the other side and he reached out. That was his crutch. The moment he touched it, the metal suddenly hissed and he watched as it started to warp under his darkened fingers. Viktor hesitated before pulling his hand back uncertainly. He watched as the corruption spread through the crutch. The bottom handle already seemed to be missing. He watched, barely able to comprehend that he was watching the metal twist and lengthen before his eyes. It finally stopped, the metal where he'd touched having the look of webbing. Viktor stared at it before reaching out again. Luckily, it made no noise this time. He planted it firmly on the ground before carefully dragging himself to his feet. He stumbled, all of his body weight having to be placed against the crutch for a moment. Well... he figured it was more of a staff by now. 

Viktor glanced down. His leg...? One of his darkened legs had significantly more gold pieces decorating it. The pattern was familiar, but Viktor really wasn't sure he could piece it together right then. He turned to look back at the chair propped up under the door handle. Why was it like that?? He tipped his head a bit before jumping as he felt something brush his shoulder. He reached up and lifted what appeared to be a strand of his wet hair. He stared at it. The tips were white and pale. Brittle and dry. Viktor nudged the ends of his hair before startling as the hair suddenly dissolved into dust, floating to the ground. He hesitantly reached around and shivered as most of his hair along the bottom dissolved when he touched it. He wasn't sure what he'd been left looking like, but he imagined it wasn't anything good. 

He raised a hand to his chest again. These... gold pieces... Why did their placement feel so...? Viktor paused. Despite being back in reality, there was still no heartbeat beneath his fingers. Instead... there was humming. Viktor drew in a soft breath of confusion. That humming felt familiar too. Everything felt like he should be able to recognize it instantly, but he just... couldn't. The room was dim. Barely lit by something on the wall. A window? It didn't quite feel like one, but it was casting enough light for Viktor to trail his eyes down. He stopped. His gaze had landed on the empty stand first. What had that been for? His eyes drifted to the side and he paused. Jayce? Jayce. The other had his head buried in his arms. His entire back was bandaged, large blood stains along his spine and a particularly dark one on his right shoulder that was clearly a bullet wound of some kind. What had... What had happened? Despite the wounds, Jayce seemed relatively... alright. 

He took a few wobbly steps forward. "Jayce?" His voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak and he was about to try again, certain that Jayce hadn't heard him before blinking as the other seemed to instantly stir. His hair was a mess and he had a bandage along the side of his face as he turned to Viktor with wide eyes. For a moment, they could only stare at each other. Viktor could barely comprehend the emotions in Jayce's eyes. Jayce whispered that he was alive before repeating it again in a slightly more excited tone. The excitement turned to relief and Viktor genuinely startled a little as Jayce got up, moving over to him and grabbing him in a hug. He was warm. Viktor paused, unsure of what to do before reaching up and hesitantly placing a hand on his back. Jayce held him a moment longer before pulling back. 

He looked him over before his smile instantly disappeared and he turned his head away. "Oh, you're, uh..." He stumbled over his words, turning and quickly moving over to the couch. He came back before draping the blanket he'd grabbed over Viktor's shoulders. Viktor reached up and held the front of it closed best he could. Jayce couldn't seem to take his eyes off of him. Viktor stared at him before speaking again in a quiet, blunt tone. 

"Jayce... I think I died." He said, that having finally clicked for him. He paused as Jayce quickly interjected in a desperately insistent tone that it didn't matter. That he was alive. That he was alive now. Viktor stared at him. A voice whispered over his shoulder that it was dangerous. That this was dangerous. Viktor stared at Jayce quietly. He wasn't sure if he'd been properly blinking at all this whole time. "...What did you do, Jayce?" The question was soft and Viktor watched as Jayce's eyes instantly shot off to the side. Viktor followed his gaze to the empty stand on the desk again. He stared at it for a few more moments. Something clicked in his head. He pressed his hand a little more against his chest, feeling the humming vibrating through his fingertips. Slowly, his eyes moved back to Jayce. "...It's inside of me." 

"And it worked! You're alive! I-I haven't lost you! G-Good gods, Viktor, you were..." Jayce's voice strained and he took in a shaking breath. Viktor couldn't quite comprehend why Jayce was so shaken. He glanced down at the desk again before pausing. Dusty handprints. His gaze moved down to Jayce's arms. There. On his wrist. The leather band was back around it, the gemstone glinting. The band itself seemed stained with something dark on top of the dust. Viktor couldn't take it his eyes off of it. Jayce seemed to notice his staring and his eyes trailed down before he seemed to pale. "I-I couldn't... I couldn't let anyone get in the way. I-I couldn't l-let anyone stop me. She was trying to t-take you from me, I had no choice!" Jayce's words suddenly became defensive, even though Viktor hadn't said a word about it. "I had no choice!" Viktor's eyes trailed back up to meet Jayce's. "Vik, I had to save you! I-I couldn't just... Vik..." The voice over his shoulder whispered that it was time to go. Viktor stared at Jayce a moment longer before starting to turn away. "H-Hey!" Viktor glanced over as Jayce's dusty hand gripped his shoulder. 

He could only stare. He wasn't quite capable of expressing anything yet. It all felt dulled and suppressed. Locked away by something. Viktor just couldn't tell what it was. "...I think it's time for me to go, Jayce." Viktor stated quietly. The voice whispered it was dangerous again. Jayce's eyes had changed as he stared at Viktor before sounding like he was in absolute disbelief as he asked what he was talking about. 

"I risked everything to get you back here!! I got shot a-and grazed as you were bleeding out in my arms!" Jayce's voice had risen a little and Viktor's hand tightened on his staff. "I couldn't let anyone get in my way, Viktor, I knew I could bring you back!! I knew I could and I did! I did this for you!" Jayce sounded shaken. He... didn't care. "I hurt people who had nothing to do with me for you! I am going to be sentenced to death without trial!" Viktor watched him. He didn't care. "I-I have been barricaded in here for three days!!" Jayce seemed to become increasingly agitated by his lack of answer, holding his hands out to the side. "I brought you back! That doesn't mean anything to you??" Somewhere deep, deep down, Viktor felt like it did. Somehow. But not now. Something was burning in the corners of his eyes. The humming in his chest started to grow louder as the voice over his shoulder whispered that they needed to leave. Jayce looked like he was going to break down. 

Viktor looked him over again. "...Goodbye Jayce." He stated in a calm, weakened voice. Jayce's eyes widened and he started to say something else before Viktor closed his eyes. It felt like he was being stretched thin for a moment before snapping back into place. He opened his eyes. He was on the cliff. On the edge of Piltover. The one Jayce had brought him to. Viktor paused, reaching up and starting to carefully wrap the blanket around himself so it would resemble robes or even a massive cloak. Just... anything to keep him covered. He turned and started to walk along the edge of the cliff. Walk... It was stunted and he clearly wasn't used to it, but... he was doing it. On his own. Viktor lifted the staff slightly and continued to walk. He could. He could do it. There was no itch in his throat and no pain in his leg. Was he really...?

"Viktor." He recognized that voice. His eyes trailed up and he paused. Glowing purple footprints appeared momentarily on the ground, leading to the path he'd used to get down the cliff. He walked it without fear this time, following Skye's voice. Descending the path was so much faster this time and when he reached the bottom, Viktor turned to look back up at it in slight confusion. He turned away and stared further into the cavern. "Let's go home, Viktor." Home. Viktor felt the word tug at his chest. He did want to go home. His feet started to walk a subconscious path and he moved through the caverns without a second thought. His pace started to slow as an ache sprung up in his chest upon hearing that sound. The sound of rushing water. He could see sunlight ahead and he moved out of the tunnel to finally stand in the water cavern once again. 

He stared down at the patch of sunlight shining down from the fissure above before his eyes raised to that pool of water. The waterfall. He glanced to the side. The pot was still next to the stand and he moved over to it, nudging it quietly with his staff. He couldn't even remember the last meal they'd made with it. His eyes lifted again. The house. The house. Home. He made his way down the hill and around the side of the house before pausing at the door. Bright blue spray paint seemed to cover the entire front of the house. The words DO NOT TOUCH were in large, jagged letters, along with several small depictions of angry faces and sharp-toothed monsters. Viktor's hand slightly tightened on his staff. The door was locked when he tried it. He tipped his head before reaching up and placing his hand flat against it. He heard two clicks and the door gave way beneath his hand. Viktor stared at it before glancing down to his fingers, seeing the faint blue electricity crackling along them. He moved forward, nudging open the door. Slipping inside, he shut the door behind him. 

Viktor could barely see anything and he moved to the center of the room before reaching up. His hand found the switch and he flicked it. The lantern in the center lit up a pale blue, the light spreading through the cables to the corners of the room. Viktor stared up at it. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it. After another moment or two, Viktor finally sank to his knees. The lantern seemed to have the same calming effect on him that the moon had during the nights before. He paused as something whispered for him to close his eyes. He did so and he was back in that endless expanse. There did seem to be a moon here now, casting light over the watery ground from above. Something moved and he barely had time to react before someone else was hugging him. It startled him and he wasn't sure what to do for a moment. 

When the other person pulled back, he was momentarily speechless. "Miss Young!" He finally exclaimed. Skye stared at him before letting out a small, tearful laugh. Her body was encased in that white silhouette as well, but her curly hair was a wispy, ethereal white. Did his look like that too? "Where are your glasses, Skye?" He asked after a moment. Skye reached up to her face, touching at it before replying that she didn't know. She stared around the area quietly. She asked what this place was and Viktor glanced around. "I don't... I don't know myself. I've been here a few times before." He was watching her. Was this Skye? Or was it another manifestation? He... He didn't know. It acted like her, but the Hexcore had done that before too. He... The Hexcore... Viktor reached a shaking hand up to his chest. It was inside him. He could feel it in his chest. Under his skin. It was inside of him.

"Viktor?" Skye seemed worried as she came back over to him, reaching out. Viktor leaned back a little out of instinct before an apology slipped from his mouth. "O-Oh, no, you're fine! Sorry, I should've... I shouldn't just..." Skye fumbled over her words, clasping her hands in front of herself. She was quiet for a moment. "What... happened, Viktor?" Viktor stared at her before replying that he thought he died. Skye's eyes widened and before she could say anything, Viktor blinked open his own. He was still facing the lantern, sitting on the ground and staring up at it. He could sense worry and disbelief that was not his own orbiting around him in a faint circle. She wasn't here, so was she...? Viktor raised a hand to his chest again. Was she in his head?? Or was it just the Hexcore pretending again? He didn't know. Why didn't he ever know? 

Viktor carefully placed his staff on the ground before settling in a crisscross position. He reached up, shakily sliding the makeshift hood over his head before settling his hands back down into his lap. This was... comfortable. This was home. It felt... No. It felt different. Empty. Lifeless. Of course it did. It had only been home when it was the both of them. Viktor stared at the floor quietly. There was something... upsetting about the thought, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He closed his eyes, forcibly keeping himself in darkness and away from that expanse. He just wanted to sit in silence for a small bit. Humming came from all around him. Inside his chest and from the lantern above. It seemed he'd have to get used to it. 

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The soft hiss of something pressurized woke Viktor from his daze. He lifted his head. It was coming from outside. The sound held much longer than the knobs on his leg brace. His hand drifted to his knee and he paused as he drew his hand over it. Where the knobs had been, he could still feel their outline. A similar shape, embedded in his skin. Before he could fully process that realization, that hiss started up again from outside, drawing his attention to the door. Viktor reached out, dragging his staff towards him and silently digging it into the ground so he could push himself to his feet. Each step he took was silent, even the wooden floor of the house barely seeming to process that he was there. His hand shook a little as he raised it. If that... was her... would he be able to face her? Would she be able to look at him? Even with his... changes?

It was the first remnant of that emotion he'd felt since earlier. Fear. Anxiety. Dread. Would she hate him? The door clicked twice as he undid the latches before pushing the door open. The hissing abruptly stopped and there was a loud clatter. Viktor's eyes drifted down to the spray can that bumped into the step of the house. He glanced up and paused. Ah, that wasn't her. It seemed to be a Zaunite child. Alone. Dirty. Guarded. She was staring up at him with huge amber eyes beneath ratty brown hair. It was dark outside. Nighttime, or at least the evening. How long had he been sitting there? Viktor paused before carefully kneeling down, his hand sliding down his staff to steady him. He scooped the can up before holding it out to the girl. "This is yours." He prompted quietly. He scanned her over. Something hanging off her belt caught his attention. A ventilator. Small. Child-sized. It sent chills down his spine. He thought they hadn't needed those since the commission of the ventilation systems. He paused as the girl started to sign and he mouthed Skye's name. 

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here." Skye fell quiet for a moment. Viktor couldn't understand sign language, but he knew Skye did. The girl, however, had a mildly annoyed look on her face. "She's apologizing. She says she didn't know anyone lived here." The annoyed face brought a twitch of amusement to Viktor's lips. 

"Mm. I see. Now, are you apologizing because you mean it, or just because you got caught?" He questioned in a light tone. The girl paused before giving a heavy sigh through her nose. Viktor watched her, his gaze softening before he held out the can again. The paint flecks he could see on it were pink. Not the blue that had already been here. "If it's just paint, I see no issue." The girl seemed taken back by that. She took a few steps forward, her hand outstretched. Viktor held the can out a little more insistently and the girl quickly snatched it before moving back, holding it against her chest. Viktor glanced to the side. There was a mess of tangled pink lines painted on the side of the house now. He managed a small, amused scoff as he used his staff to push himself to his feet. 

He paused as there was a louder hiss. In the distance. The girl suddenly froze up and Viktor stumbled back as she suddenly jolted forward, disappearing into the house. For a moment, he wasn't sure what to do. He stared out towards the city and furrowed his brow. It looked... like it was getting foggier. It wasn't anywhere near him, but it looked... off. "Skye? I can't... Can you tell what that is? I am still having... trouble." His mind was still a little scattered. He felt Skye's hand on his shoulder before it tightened.

"...Viktor, you should come back inside. Quickly." Viktor furrowed his brow before glancing back into the house. He guessed he was just... going back inside? He took a step back before shutting the door and latching it. He was desperately hoping that didn't seem threatening to the girl, but Skye spoke up. "Viktor, she's terrified. And I don't think it's you." She sounded like she was across the room and Viktor turned. The girl was huddled under one of the tables, her small shoulders heaving. Viktor was still struggling to comprehend the situation. He hated how slow he felt right now and his hands slightly tightened in frustration. "Viktor... You were... Y-You were dead, I'm sure you need some time to adjust." She was trying to assure him. "Right now, th-there's a scared kid here. What can we do for her?? Y-You know this house." Right. Right, the girl. 

"Ah, yes..." Viktor moved over to the makeshift bed that Jayce used to sleep in. He reached out, pulling the blankets from it and bringing it over to the table. The girl shrank back as he knelt down and he paused, unsure of what was wrong. Something finally clicked for him. He paused and reached up, carefully sliding his impromptu hood back. He let the girl see his face, him awkwardly brushing some hair to the side. She looked him over cautiously. "You may leave anytime you wish. I will leave the top of the door unlatched." He told her quietly. "There is a bed in that room, or you may use the couches." He gestured to each of them. The girl furrowed her brow, reaching out and taking the blanket. She started to sign and Viktor felt Skye's hand on his arm. 

"She's wondering where you're going to sleep. I imagine it'll influence her decision." Skye told him. Viktor tipped his head. He wasn't even sure he needed to sleep. He wasn't tired. He didn't feel tired. He didn't... feel... anything. He replied that he didn't think he would be sleeping. The girl seemed confused. Viktor turned and got up again, moving away from her. He began to do a slow loop around the house. His fingers traced over the cabinets of the kitchen area and he began to explore them. All of their food had spoiled. Viktor wrinkled his nose. He kept having to shut the cabinets instantly. Finally, he opened one more and a chill went down his spine as he processed what he was looking at. 

The container of his Cogs and Washers. His money. Still completely full. He stared at it. To get the medicine that Jayce had gotten during their first few days, he would've had to use anywhere from a quarter to half of this. Viktor reached out, his fingers ghosting over it. Skye asked what was wrong. "...He said he paid for the medicine fairly." Viktor mumbled softly. What had he done? He shut the cabinet before turning away. He paused. The little girl had chosen the makeshift couch bed, though she had used the blanket to make a roof. She peered out at him through the little flap she'd made. Viktor felt a small smile pull at his lips as he heard Skye giggle. 

The girl pulled the flap shut as Viktor moved back to the carpet in the center. He slid back down into a crisscross position, right beneath the lantern. The lantern was still calming to him, Viktor able to hear the soft buzzing. He closed his eyes before feeling Skye leaning against his arm. "I... I hope this is okay, I just..." Skye trailed off as Viktor murmured that it was fine. He heard her sigh. "What are you going to do now, Viktor? Now that you're... away from him?" Viktor hesitated. What... What was he going to do? He didn't know and his silence seemed to be enough of an answer for Skye. 

He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting, but he heard soft footsteps hit the ground behind him. They pattered over towards the kitchen and there was the creak of a cabinet. "Oh, uh, Viktor-" Skye paused as Viktor whispered that he knew in his softest voice. He had expected as much from a Zaunite child. That money wasn't of much use to him anyway. He was, however, slightly concerned the girl would draw unwanted attention to herself carrying around that much. He heard the Cogs and Washers rattle as the girl pulled the container out. She moved over to the door and Viktor heard it unlatch. She kept pausing and Viktor could only imagine that she was checking to see if he was awake. He heard the door open before shutting again. "Viktor, she just... she just stole all that-" 

"I don't know if it counts as stealing if I allowed her to take it and could have stopped her." Viktor replied, finally opening his eyes. They felt so heavy. "I don't believe I'll need it either." Skye asked if he was sure in a worried voice and he nodded. He froze as Skye asked why he hadn't asked her about Jinx. He glanced to the side and felt her jerk away. 

"I-I'm sorry, I just... I can see your... Your thoughts, even if I-I don't mean to. I... You were wondering about her earlier." Skye stumbled over her words desperately and Viktor relaxed a little. Right. Skye was a part of him now, wasn't she? If this was still Skye at all. That part, he wasn't quite sure of. Maybe it was all the Hexcore again. After all, he knew that that was a part of him now. The humming in his chest was evidence enough. How desperate had Jayce been?? Good gods, had he shoved it straight into his chest?? He hesitated before pushing his leg out and studying it. As he'd thought, the gold pieces on his leg mimicked everywhere the leg brace had been. A chill went down his spine and he reached up to press his hand against his chest. And the body brace... Had both of them fused right to him?? Skye was felt hesitantly leaning back against him before freezing. "Oh gods... you really were..." 

Viktor's eyes drifted to the floor. He didn't doubt it. That completely blank gap in his memory. It wasn't even like he couldn't remember. There was just nothing there. There had been nothing to remember. Skye asked if he was sure he didn't need anything. Viktor stared forward for a moment before replying that he felt like he needed to wash off. He felt Skye pause. "Oh! O-Oh, maybe I can... I can try to go somewhere else?? You can go! I can stay here, I think!" Skye insisted. Viktor nodded and pushed himself to his feet. He moved over towards the bedroom, nudging the door open before seeing that bottle of hair product. It was still here. Admittedly, he was slightly worried about what would happen to his hair if he ran it under water, considering most of it had dissolved in his fingers earlier. He took the bottle and moved to the small closet in the room, opening it. He pulled out a towel before turning and moving out of the bedroom with it over his arm. 

Viktor moved over to the door, slipping outside. The door shut again and he made his way around the side of the house. His steps were quiet as he moved up towards the moonlight seeping through the fissure. He instantly moved to it and stood under it, closing his eyes. Moonlight provided him with no heat, but there was a comfort that occupied it. Was he really... free of him? Viktor opened his eyes and glanced back towards the cavern behind him. He almost expected Jayce to come barreling down it any moment. But he didn't. There was nothing but silence and the sound of the waterfall. Viktor set down his staff first, followed by the towel and then the bottle. He sat at the water's edge for a moment before reaching out, wondering if he'd be able to feel the chill. He dipped his fingers into the water and startled as a small glow seemed to surround them. Well, to answer his question, no, he couldn't feel the temperature. He pulled his hand back carefully, the glow taking a moment before disappearing.

Viktor hesitated before starting to unwrap himself from the blanket. This would be the first time he could get a proper look at himself. He sat on his knees, letting the blanket pool around him. He reached up, his hands sliding along his neck. He could feel right where his skin changed, evolving into swirls and lines. He stared down at his chest, his hands moving down to trace the large gold pieces embedded in his front. He slid his hands down further and paused. His hips had divots in them, showing off a lighter shade of purple inside. However, between his legs... he was blank. Blank? Viktor was momentarily taken back by this. Blank. His eyes trailed down to his legs. As he'd noticed before, one leg was much more decorated than the other when it came to the gold pieces. Good gods... what was he?? What had Jayce done to him? 

Viktor stared down at the water before shifting, one of his legs sliding out from beneath him. He carefully pushed himself off the edge, slipping into the water almost soundlessly. Instantly, the water around him suddenly seemed to take on a swirling white glow. Streaks of teal, pink, and blue were all orbiting him, stretching outwards. Viktor stared down at it quietly. Was that him? Was it really him doing that? He hesitated before reaching out to the swirls. They seemed to playfully dodge his hand, reminding Viktor of fish. How colorful... He glanced up and moved back to the water's edge, picking up the bottle. He poured some into his hand before setting it back down. He turned and moved towards the waterfall, a trail of glowing white following him. It seemed to need a moment to fade when he wasn't standing there anymore. 

He moved to the waterfall before cupping his hands and slipping through. The water was cold on his face, but the chill disappeared instantly upon reaching his body. He closed his eyes, wetting his hair before moving forward. And here he was. Back in his safe place. Hidden behind the waterfall. The glow had followed him. Viktor started to scrub the product into his hair. He did secretly hope he wasn't about to lose the majority of his hair when he washed it out. Jinx would be so upset with him. They'd been growing out their hair together. He finally pulled his hands back from his head and rinsed them under the waterfall. The water falling from his hands held that same white glow, streaks of color occasionally following. Viktor could only stare. 

His mind and body had been shockingly quiet. Calm. He stared forward silently for a few minutes before finally leaning his head forward and washing the product out. When he pulled back, he ran his hands through his hair. Well, it felt like it was all still there. Viktor's hands twitched and he furrowed his brow before his entire body suddenly locked up. He'd turned to the side, but he could swear, out of the corner of his eye, a familiar silhouette was watching him through the waterfall. His throat tightened and his breathing gave a heavy falter. He had barely felt anything this whole time, but this... this. The fear was raw and quickly sliding into panic as he pressed himself back against the rock wall. He gathered the courage to face the waterfall. No one was on the other side. No one was there. The humming in Viktor's chest had grown into a loud buzzing. He wondered if that was now his equivalent of an elevated heart rate.

His hands buried themselves in his hair as he squeezed his eyes shut. Jayce had looked destroyed when Viktor had woken. He had seemed borderline manic and Viktor hoped that he'd been apprehended. With that Rune, he could... Viktor's body shook with a chill. With that Rune. He could be here any moment. Viktor paused, feeling something wet running down his face that didn't seem to be from his hair. He reached up to his eyes, poking at the tears before managing a shaky gasp. Had he been holding his breath this whole time? He let it out in a small shudder. What was he going to do?? What if Jayce caught him?? What if Jayce found him?? Viktor couldn't stop shaking. After not feeling anything for at least a day, the feeling of fear felt like a punch in the gut. It was so choking and dark. Muggy and clouding. Viktor let out a weak hiccup. He couldn't go back now. He couldn't. He would not. He would not. He was stronger than this. He had to be stronger than this.

Viktor's hands slid down from his hair to rest on either side of his neck. There seemed to be large, uneven gold patches on either side and he shut his eyes again. The bandages. Were Jayce's marks forever part of his skin now?? He jerked backwards as he saw that shape again out of the corner of his eye. That voice. That voice sounding in disbelief as it said that Viktor couldn't just leave. Viktor responded in a weak whisper, saying he would and that voice grew louder, saying he couldn't. Those hands... Those hands wrapped around his throat and Viktor began to choke. It hurt so much. It hurt so much and he couldn't breathe and he- 

No. No. This wasn't real. This wasn't real. Viktor's eyes snapped open and he quickly pulled his hands from his own throat. What was he doing?? His fingers were trembling. What was he doing? He glanced back at the waterfall again. There was still nothing on the other side. There was nothing. He was alone. He was alone. Jayce wasn't here. The statement brought both relief and pain to his chest. Shame soon followed as he stared at the water, wondering why he felt like a piece of him was missing. It hurt. He'd just left him. He'd just freed himself. He couldn't go crawling back. He couldn't. He couldn't. Viktor held his shaking hands up to his head, taking in a soft, trembling breath. Jayce... wasn't here. The buzzing in his chest almost felt painful with how heavy it was. Viktor had been hoping he wouldn't do this again. 

He just wanted to pull free. Could he finally pull free? He just couldn't stop thinking. Why had Jayce looked at him like that?? Why had he said those things during their intimacy? Something about him?? What about him?? "What about me? What about me grabbed you??" Viktor whispered, his eyes squeezing shut. "Would you feel this way if you'd taken someone else??" His breathing was weak, but heavy. He was already feeling dizzy again. "You can't look at me like that. You can't say those things to me. You can't make me believe you. You can't make me think you mean them. That you... actually..." Viktor trailed off, unable to even utter the words. More tears ran down his face and one of his hands moved to cover his mouth. "I have to get away. I have to get away from you." He whispered desperately, shaking his head. "Please leave me alone." 

Viktor kept himself pressed back against the rock wall again for a few minutes. He'd fallen absolutely silent, only focused on his breathing. The buzzing in his chest was starting to wind down. He had to calm down. He was alone. He was alone and safe. He was safe. He whispered that he was safe. Once he'd finally composed himself enough to move again, he took a deep breath and moved back through the waterfall, emerging onto the other side. He was still alone. There was no one there. There was no one here but him. He made his way over to the water's edge, pulling himself up and dragging the towel over. He wrapped it around himself, squeezing his eyes shut again. He just... wanted... freedom. Some kind of fairness. Just... something to happen in his favor. He started to dry himself off and he was left sitting there again. 

He'd pulled his body from the water completely, but the swirls of white and colors were still drifting around in the pool. Viktor could only stare at them quietly. He didn't take his eyes off of them as he reached out to the side, hooking his fingers into the blanket. The one thing Jayce had given to him in a moment of kindness, civility and casualness. Something he'd been given while they'd been interacting like they were normal goddamn people. Viktor started to wrap the blanket around him in the shape of robes again. Once he'd finished, he pulled up his makeshift hood. He hugged his knees to his chest, his hands trembling as they hooked in front of him. He felt like he was frozen. Like if he moved, he would never see the light of day again. It was harrowing and terrifying. He hated being so scared. He curled up a little tighter. 

What would he do?? What was he going to do? Viktor closed his eyes again, his head buried against his knees. He didn't know. He didn't know. He paused as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You've... you've been gone a long time. Are you okay now?" Skye's voice was weak and he felt her leaning against him. Viktor shook his head, unable to look up. "I-If it's any consolation, I-I'm here still." She stated awkwardly. Honestly? It was. Viktor kept his head tucked against his knees though. "Viktor. We should go back inside. I-It's dangerous to just sit out here alone." Dangerous. Right. Viktor finally managed to lift his head, giving a weak nod. Right. 

It was dangerous. 

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It took another day or so before Viktor felt comfortable enough to leave the house again. Even still, he remained in the doorway. His makeshift hood was pulled up once more. "Y-You can just stay inside. You don't have to go out." Skye's voice was hushed and worried next to him. Viktor paused and a small smile tugged at the side of his mouth. 

"Quite the contrast to what you always told me before, hm, Miss Young?" He said quietly, a vague hint of amusement in his voice. There was a moment of silence before he felt Skye's hand gently pressed against his arm as he made his way down the stairs. She let out a weak laugh. Viktor turned back to the door, watching it shut before the latches were heard inside. Skye asked if he was sure they'd be able to get back inside. "The locking mechanism responds to Hex Crystal energy. Which I..." He flexed his fingers on his staff. "Which I suppose I have quite a bit of now." Viktor raised his eyes to the city ahead of him. "Besides... if something were to be happening in the city, I imagine I'd want to know." 

Not only that. Jinx's hideout. She had to be there. She had to. He wasn't sure if this body could survive the slide, but he could at least make it to one of the other entrances. He used his staff to carefully guide himself down the path. Around him, he was starting to recognize the houses. He and Jayce had once walked this path for seven years. As he emerged into a familiar neighborhood, he was met with an unfamiliar sight. Emptiness. There were no yells of children. Calling of adults. Not a soul in sight. Viktor tipped his head before starting to move forward. He stopped in the center of the beaten road and his eyes roamed over the deserted space. There was a... foul smell in the air. He recognized it, but from where? 

There was the click of a door and Viktor jumped a little as he heard an older woman's muffled voice speak in such a scolding tone that he felt like he was a child in trouble. "Mr. Talis! You get in here immediately!" He turned his head with wide eyes. He... recognized this woman. Of course. This had been one of their neighbors. She had greeted them nearly everyday. She had a husband. Two children. Jayce had called her Miss... Ribbon. Even now, he could see the satin fabric tied under her filthy collar. Names were hard to come by in Zaun and not everyone trusted each other. Nicknames always sufficed. Viktor recovered from his momentary dread and quickly moved over to her door, glancing down the street. He was a little more confused and wary now. Once he was close enough, Ribbon instantly grabbed him and pulled him inside, slamming the door. She pulled off the breathing mask she'd been wearing, her eyes wide as she cast it aside on the table and pushed his hood back, starting to look him over. "Oh goodness..." She seemed in dismay as she turned his head to the side. Viktor knew she was looking at where his pale skin darkened into that deep purple, but he was sure she didn't know the real reason. "Honey, where is your husband? Is he safe?? I've never seen you two apart!" 

His... Viktor had to suppress his sigh as Skye echoed the word in confusion beside him. He knew Jayce had introduced him as a partner to everyone, but it seemed they'd all made their own inferences. Viktor glanced to the side. "We... are no longer together." He said quietly. It wasn't a lie. Ribbon pulled back, instantly seeming sorrowful. 

"My condolences, I'm so sorry. It must be difficult for both of you." She said, reaching up and gently fixing the front of his robes. Well... yes, he supposed it was. She glanced back towards the door. "Th-They've become more aggressive in their search. You can't be out in the streets right now." Her voice was hushed and Viktor stared at her. He asked why and Ribbon stared at him. "When was the last time you left the house, honey?" It didn't sound mocking or disappointed, but rather disdained, like she hadn't been the one who'd wanted to deliver bad news. Viktor gave a small shrug. "Oh, I... The... The Enforcers have been relentless, searching for that girl..." Girl? Viktor stared at her and his hands tightened on his staff. "E-Everyone's hailing her as some hero. A leader of the revolution, but good gods, she's just a girl! Barely an adult, she can't handle that much..." Ribbon held a hand up to her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she shook her head. 

"Girl?" Viktor echoed, that humming in his chest already growing slightly louder. Ribbon glanced up at him. "What are Enforcers doing down here? I thought peace had been presented to the Council." Ribbon raised her head. 

"Peace?? The Council is in pieces, honey! That girl made sure of that! A missile, right to the building!" She exclaimed in a hushed, panicked voice. A... Viktor paused, remembering that blinding light that had approached the window. The one that had consumed him whole. If he had a stomach still, it would've sunk. "You mean... Jinx." Ribbon nodded, still seeming worried. Jinx had... killed him. Viktor wasn't angry. No, no, instead he was anxious. He hoped she never found out. He didn't know if she would be able to handle the knowledge that he'd died by her hand. Skye's hand was felt rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. "And what of Silco? Is he not protesting to this?" Silco would never let them hunt Jinx. 

"Honey... Word going around is that girl blew him full of holes. Not sure if it holds any truth, but that man is gone. He's disappeared right off the face of the earth." Ribbon told him. She could only stare at him in dismay. "You've really kept away from everything, haven't you? Was it that bad of a split??" Viktor had to take a moment. Jinx had killed Silco? Jinx had blown up the Council? He didn't quite understand. Why would she do that?? Any of that? He... He didn't understand. "They've escalated their searches. They're using our own ducts against us. Pumping poison into the air. No one can breathe." Ribbon gestured to the breathing mask on the table. "...None of us were warned." Viktor's spine locked up a little. Poison in the air...? Was it...? Were they really using it again? 

"The Grey." Skye whispered in soft horror next to him. Viktor couldn't quite believe it himself. Ribbon reached out and she poked at Viktor's darkened hand, asking what had happened if it hadn't been from the air. Viktor wasn't even sure how he could begin to explain. 

"It is... just a bad burn. I've recovered much of my health. It looks worse than it is." He stated, trying to be assuring. The blanket was just loose enough that its robe-like shape was covering the majority of him. Ribbon crossed her arms, covering her mouth with one of her hands as she stared at him doubtfully. Viktor glanced to the side and Ribbon seemed to understand he didn't want to speak further of it. "Am I not able to enter the city?" 

"If you want to be captured and interrogated, be my guest." Ribbon said in a weak voice. Viktor's shoulders scrunched just a little. "They're taking people away. Beating them. There is no reason to treat us in such a way." Her voice became tight with upset. "I just... want my husband to return home. The kids keep asking where he is." She looked like she was about to cry and Viktor hesitated before reaching out to her. Ribbon seemed to notice and she hugged him gently, Viktor placing his hand on her back. He could only stare forward. Zaun had really been thrown into so much turmoil? Ribbon finally pulled back. "Goodness, honey, you were out there without a mask. Didn't you feel it?" Had the Grey still been out there? Viktor hadn't noticed a thing. "You don't even have a mask, do you??" 

Ribbon quickly moved past him, pulling one down from the wall. "Here. This was his, but I feel he may not be using it for a while." She came over, reaching up and slipping it over Viktor's head so it would rest around his neck. "You... Are you really going to go back out there?" Viktor replied that he was afraid so. He had to find Jinx. Ribbon squeezed her eyes shut. "Honey, please be careful. You and your... your ex-husband have always been kind to us, it would hurt my heart to see anything happen to you." Viktor stared at her before managing a small smile. 

"Your kindness is much appreciated." He replied softly. He reached up, pausing as he tried to remember how to put the breathing mask on. He did so, feeling it lock as fresh air filtered in. He... wasn't sure there was any difference. Ribbon put her own mask on, coming back and pulling his hood up for him before guiding him to the door and opening it. Viktor slipped outside before turning to look back at her and raising a hand in thanks. Ribbon looked terribly worried, but she nodded before shutting the door. Viktor was back out on the street. He hesitated before taking soft steps forward. There was a loud hiss and he paused, glancing up. He jumped as a cloud suddenly burst from the side of the street, sweeping over him. He blinked in momentary shock, the area now becoming foggy and thick. This... He could feel his skin tingling all over, but it didn't seem to have much effect otherwise. They... They really were pumping in the Grey again. 

Viktor stared forward before reaching up. "What are you doing??" Skye sounded momentarily shocked and panicked. Viktor unlocked the mask and pulled it down. As he took soft breaths, one thing was clear to him. The Grey was doing nothing. He remembered choking on a burning throat before. Now, he felt nothing. "You... You're unaffected." Skye sounded shocked. She suddenly fell silent as they heard footsteps. "Viktor." Viktor saw two glowing circles appear. He recognized that mask. He took a few steps back before turning. His steps were quick, though a little wobbly. He heard the footsteps speed up and he startled as something grabbed him by the waist, roughly guiding him to a nearby wall. "Viktor!" 

Unfortunately, Viktor recognized the shape of the thing holding his waist and he reached up, placing his hand on one of the giant metal fingers. "Don't move!" The familiar voice was muffled and Viktor finally managed to face his head fully towards the person basically manhandling him. He shakily reached up, pulling his hood back. Gods, that blue uniform... The Enforcer seemed taken back and instantly pulled back the metal gauntlet they'd been holding him with. Viktor wasn't sure what he was feeling, but there was a pit in his chest as he stared at the uniform Vi was wearing. "...We have to stop meeting like this." 

"...I agree." Viktor said, staring back at her. Something seemed to click for Vi and she quickly depressurized one of her gauntlets, setting it down and pulling her gloved hand out. She quickly reached out, tugging the mask around Viktor's neck back up to his face, asking in shock why he wasn't wearing it. Viktor was momentarily startled by this. He was even more startled as Vi suddenly turned and yelled out in a shockingly loud voice that she was going to sweep the left alley. Viktor heard more voices call back in confirmation from the fog. Vi reached down, slipping her hand back into the gauntlet and there was a hum as it reattached. She beckoned with her head for him to follow and Viktor paused before hesitantly doing so. 

The buildings around them seemed to be empty shops and she ducked into one of them, slamming the door shut once Viktor was inside. She depressurized both of her gauntlets, dropping them to the floor before reaching up and pulling off her gas mask. Yes, that... that absolutely was Vi. In an Enforcer uniform. She was staring at him like she was seeing a ghost and Viktor was sure that if she wasn't on such limited time, he would've been peppered with a million questions. Viktor reached up and pulled his own mask down. "...If she knows you survived, you will be on Cait's shitlist like you would not believe." Viktor paused before replying quietly that he actually could believe it. Vi looked him over before glancing at the door. "Have you... Have you seen her?" Viktor had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't talking about Caitlyn anymore. He shook his head, saying that he'd been hoping to find her as well. Vi stared at him. 

"If... If you did find her... would you even tell me?" She finally asked, her eyes flicking to the ground for a moment before meeting his again. Viktor allowed his own gaze to move down to the uniform again. Vi paused and glanced down. "I-I didn't know how else I could find her without... without... getting my ass handed to me." Viktor stared at her. Vi glanced to the side. "By the Enforcers." There was more silence. "...For Cait." That sounded much more honest. Viktor gave a small sigh through his nose. 

"I'd tell you." He finally responded, making Vi look up at him in shock. "Because I know you would tell me as well." Vi's eyes weakened and she nodded, saying that she would. Viktor hesitated before speaking again. "She... She was truly responsible for... the attack of the Council?" Vi stared at him before her hands seemed to curl up. She gave a nod before looking to the side again. 

"Caitlyn's... Caitlyn's mom was killed. Cassandra." Vi replied. Viktor stared at her. He had been wondering who'd died besides him. "Cait's..." Her voice strained. "Cait's out for blood."

Viktor's shoulders slightly scrunched. "I would... like to leave. You are not going to take me to her, are you?" Viktor wasn't certain and the way Vi glanced up at him only made the humming in his chest grow a little louder. "You said yourself that she will not... be happy to see me." Viktor's hands tightened on his staff. He felt Skye's hand tighten on his shoulder anxiously at the same time. Viktor moved back a little, his back pressing against the wall. He hated that, despite his numbed emotions, the only feeling he could correctly process and exhibit was fear. He was able to feel it so clearly. Vi's hand had moved up to her belt, where Viktor could see her gloved fingers resting on the cuffs that hung off of it. "...Please do not take me back there. I just escaped him." Vi paused. "I just became free." He knew it would surprise her, but Caitlyn was not the person he was worried about seeing again.

Vi's hand faltered. "If anyone... could lure Jinx out... it's you." She finally said. Viktor stared at her. He didn't want to be bait. Not for her. He didn't want to be the reason. Not him. He held his staff against his chest.  Viktor whispered that Jinx would never forgive her. Vi instantly froze up. Her fingers trembled on the cuffs before she clenched her hand. "...You need to go. Don't... Don't let yourself be caught again." Vi turned her head away and Viktor hesitated before Skye whispered for him to go. He moved over to the door and pushed it open. Behind him, he could hear Vi exclaiming for him to put on his mask before the door shut, cutting off her voice. His steps were quick once again as he moved through the foggy alleyway. The humming in his chest had turned to buzzing. Why was fear the only emotion he could exhibit?? The only one he could truly feel?? Had it been beaten into his very core?? 

Viktor finally managed to reach an area where the Grey was weak and low. He leaned against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. Had Vi truly been ready to arrest him?? Take him to Caitlyn? If she didn't kill him, he would've been brought back to Jayce after rejecting him. Letting the Grey eat away his flesh sounded like a gift in comparison. And Vi's words... Use him like bait?? His hands tightened on his staff again. "Breathe, Viktor. Please." Skye begged him. Viktor focused on breathing before his shoulders sank. 

"Despite all my numbness, I still feel fear as vividly as I did before. It feels cruel." Viktor managed in a quiet voice. "Instead of a lighter emotion, like joy or curiosity... I feel fear." Each word left him shakily. Skye quickly tried to assure him that his other emotions would probably return soon. Viktor didn't think that was true. He really, really didn't believe that was true. He... He hadn't been able to ask if Jayce had been apprehended. If he was imprisoned. If he was safe from him. "I-I shouldn't have said goodbye. H-He was already u-unstable." Viktor's voice was trembling so badly that he could barely speak. Skye quickly assured him that he deserved to be free from him. "But the cost. But the cost. The lives. He was calm with me, I should've... I should've stayed." Viktor had reached up, sliding a hand into his hair again. The buzzing coming from his chest was so loud and he hated it. 

He'd been resurrected. Without his ailments and a natural immunity to the very thing that had given him one of them in the first place. But was it worth it if he could only feel terror?? Viktor felt like it was a worse fate than he could've imagined. Was Skye right?? Would all his other emotions come back, or would he be cursed enough to live in fear? He didn't know. He didn't know. What was he going to do?? What was he going to do? Viktor froze up, Skye whispering that he had to get out of there. He stood and made his way into an alley, pulling his hood over his face.

There were footsteps. Lots of them. 

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Fear. Of course it was fear. Viktor backed himself up, furrowing his brow. He could hear those footsteps approaching. He moved back further and startled as he was grabbed, being yanked down another part of the alleyway. A cloaked figure had grabbed him. Smaller. Hooded. Hunched. Viktor could hear weak coughs coming from the figure as well. He reached up and pulled the mask off his neck, slipping it over his head. He dug his staff into the ground, causing both of them to come to a halt. Viktor held out the mask as the figure slightly turned back towards him. It seemed to startle at the sight, stopping dead in its tracks before a gnarled hand reached up, grabbing it. The other was still holding onto Viktor's robe before releasing it. The figure seemed to absolutely struggle with getting the mask on for a moment before Viktor heard it lock and give off that small hiss. The figure seemed to shudder in relief. Viktor could see the glint of glasses beneath that hood and he furrowed his brow, his hand tight on his staff. The figure seemed to be studying him. Viktor had a feeling it had been bringing him somewhere out of ill intent, but that was no longer the case. 

Viktor hesitated before reaching out to the figure again, but it seemed to startle and dart away from him with muffled whimpers, instantly turning and scurrying into the shadows like some kind of mouse, leaving him alone. Viktor had been led into a destroyed-looking building. Something felt off and he furrowed his brow in confusion. Around him, he could see that webbing climbing the walls. It shone with translucent color and Viktor felt a chill run through his body. He held the staff against himself. "S-Skye?" He spoke quietly, not understanding what was happening. There was no answer, only a loud warbling. The webbing was still climbing the walls, a dome shape forming over him before meeting at the top. It closed him in and fear once again filled Viktor's chest. It was buzzing. Viktor's hands shook and he finally slid down the staff, dropping onto his knees. He couldn't see anything beyond the dome. Was that figure still here?? The Enforcers?? Was he trapped??

It felt like he was struggling to breathe and he shakily cleared his throat before startling as something glowing seemed to explode from his mouth. Viktor jerked backwards, staring up at the glowing butterfly shapes. They all fluttered around him and that itch began to erupt in his throat as he started to cough out more. The dome was soon filled with them, wings flittering and bodies glowing. Viktor took in shaking breaths as he stared up at them. Every single butterfly seemed deformed. Every single one. None of them were able to reach the top of the dome and he paused as each of them started to fly lower and lower. One remained. This one wasn't misshapen and Viktor could see it resting peacefully against the ceiling of the dome. Alone and unbothered. It flapped its wings quietly. Viktor tightened his hands on his staff, still trying to catch his breath. 

Around him, he could see faint swirls of teal, pink and blue again. They kept appearing in the corners of his eyes and he finally squeezed them shut. The floor was littered with glowing butterflies. Viktor froze up as he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Around him, red and gold cracks were starting to stretch across the floor, opening up and swallowing the butterflies. When they reached the walls of the dome, those colors joined the others in swirls. Viktor could only stare before he felt those arms. It sent an immediate shiver down his body and there was a clatter as he dropped his staff. He couldn't be here. He wasn't here. He wasn't here. He couldn't be here. This time, Viktor was well aware of when the tears filled his eyes and started down his face. He wasn't quite sure of the reason he was crying, the feeling that caused it not being tied to fear. He wasn't afraid. 

Viktor reached up hesitantly, placing his hands on those arms and resting them there. "You're not real." He whispered softly, staring straight ahead. "You are not here." He was trying to assure himself more than anything. He felt that head rest against the back of his neck and he kept himself still. The touches were ghostly again. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, hearing Jayce's voice echo around the dome. Those same, soft words. 

"Something about... you." 

Viktor inhaled shakily. The way Jayce had said it had been so awed. So curious. Like he'd never experienced such a feeling before. The arms suddenly tightened and it felt like Viktor was being held against his chest, the arms shaking as Jayce's voice suddenly echoed around the dome in a yell. 

"I risked everything to get you back here!!" 

More tears ran down Viktor's face. When Jayce's voice sounded again, it was desperate, broken and weak. 

"I brought you back. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" 

Viktor hadn't quite been able to properly register the tone of Jayce's voice during their final conversation, but he could hear it now. Jayce was strained. Jayce was confused and panicked. He'd been trying to get Viktor to stay with him in the only way he knew how by appealing to his guilt. The only way someone like Jayce could. In a moment, Viktor understood that he'd broken him. He had broken him. The realization brought an ache to his chest that he wasn't ready for and the dome seemed to give a loud warble around him. One of his hands moved up from those arms in order to cup his own head. He felt like he'd been played like a game of chess. And in a splicing of the rules, both of them were checked. The arms unwrapped from him before sliding down. 

Viktor felt them hug his waist and the other hugged him closer, nuzzling his shoulder. He hadn't spoken at all and Viktor inhaled shakily. "Jayce. Do not be so quiet with me." He managed in a small whisper. There was a soft, echoing apology before Viktor felt a cheek nudge the side of his hooded head. Once again, his voice spoke, asking if Viktor hated him. "No, Jayce." Viktor replied almost instantaneously. There was a pause before the voice replied that he should've. "I know..." Viktor's own voice weakened. He should've. Ripped from his own grave because Jayce couldn't stand to lose him?? After all he'd done to him before? It felt like too cruel of a joke for a second life. Jayce whispered that it was just them here and he knew Viktor had many things he wanted to say. And he could just say them. He could. He really could just... Viktor took in a deep breath. He really needed to just... speak.

"...I think I do hate you. Not as deeply as I should, but it's there." Viktor said after a moment. It made his body lock up and he felt a fresh wave of fear in his chest. Jayce's voice prompted him to continue. No anger. No threatening undertone. Calm, encouraging neutrality. "You are a violent and egotistical man. You rush into everything without thinking and with the idea that you cannot possibly end up dead. It made me sick to my stomach with worry every day. You look down on others and put on false faces for them. You are just as unpredictable as the day I met you. Every single time I think I have you figured out, you do something different. It drives me mad." Viktor's voice was shaking. It was like a plug had been pulled and all the words were finally draining from his body. "I still feel your hands around my throat every single day. I still remember that panicked look in your eyes. How it changed from panic that I was going to leave to panic that you were going to kill me. It was the first time I saw genuine fear in you. Something human." 

Jayce's arms had pulled back and he heard shuffling. The other settled next to him, pulling Viktor close with one arm and rubbing his back. It admittedly relaxed him, though Viktor's hands had retreated to his lap, remaining clasped together. "Your ego takes up at least three-quarters of your whole body with the last quarter filled by the need to hurt. And you always say you killed when it threatened your research, but you killed because you wanted to and I've known it from the start. Nearly every act of guilt you put on in front of me was nothing more than that! An act!" Viktor's voice became strained. "Abducting me hadn't been in your plans, but you were always good at adapting to changes like that. You were... far too good at it. And you had everyone wrapped around your fingers like worms on hooks... Including me." Viktor's hands were shaking. 

All the pressure was alleviating from his chest, but the stress was going straight to his hands. He watched as those grey-stained fingers appeared, Jayce's hand resting on both of his to calm them. Tears hadn't stopped running down Viktor's face. "A-And unfortunately, there is a part of you that's still human. And I've seen it. I know it. One that cares. One that makes me hope you'll come to regret your actions one day, but you won't. You never will. You aren't that kind of person. Even when things don't go according to plan, everything falls into place for you. What a privilege..." Viktor shut his eyes, taking in another trembling breath. It was becoming cold. He couldn't quite feel it, but he could tell from the puffs his breath was letting out. "But not everything fell perfectly this time. Not with me. Caring for me like you do was not in your plans and I know it." Jayce's hand slightly tightened on top of both of Viktor's. "A-And I can only wonder if this horrifying, terrible connection had worked both ways. Instead of you j-just drawing me in and trapping me, we've both done it to each other. And that scared you. That scared the obsessive part of you that wanted to control everything to the last detail. And I'm glad it did." 

Viktor's body had never felt lighter, but his throat was so constricted, he felt like he was going to choke. For a moment, he wondered if he would ever run out of tears. "And yet... you courted me in such a childish attempt at control again. B-But when I did not appear pleased, you were not pleased." He felt Jayce's hand move to his thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. It seemed to be nothing more than that. "And when you... When you finally became... intimate... it was the first time I'd heard you struggling to adapt. Because you cared. You wanted me pleased by your hand and not for control... You wanted to please me... And these moments of weakness from you... These moments of weakness make me so upset because I can't hate you because of them." His voice choked up. "A-And I c-couldn't say it, because I didn't quite u-understand it myself, but yes... You bringing me back does mean something. It means I've broken you as you've broken me." Viktor raised his hand to his head, curling it in his hair again. "And that terrifies me." His voice echoed around the dome before he finally spoke in one more weak whisper. "You terrify me." The words left his throat in a billowing cloud of cold air. 

He was silent for a few more moments. "And even when I am separated from you now, our destruction is mutually assured. I am free. I am free, but I cannot be without you without fear in my throat. It keeps me chained." Viktor shook his head. "It feels as though we are bound, but by razor wire and brambles. The farther we pull away, the deeper it cuts." Jayce's hand moved up and Viktor let out a shaking breath as he felt it cup his cheek. He couldn't. He couldn't look at him. "I want these feelings to stop. I want to be alone. Free from you." He felt the fingers guide his head and he finally met the other's gaze. It was the version of Jayce he'd known for years, bearded with long hair that he kept pulled back. Those golden-brown eyes scanned him over before he leaned forward. Viktor closed his eyes, accepting the kiss eagerly. It was soft and tender. Painful and agonizing. "I'd do anything to be without you." Viktor whispered against his lips. 

They pulled back from each other and Viktor stared at him before he reached out, pulling him in again. The kiss was deeper, more desperate and starving. The tears hadn't stopped. This was the best he'd felt in a while, having said all the words he'd kept bottled inside him for years. He pulled in soft breaths of air like he was breathing for the first time. A smile seemed to tug at Jayce's lips and he rubbed his thumb over Viktor's cheek. Viktor shakily reached up and tipped his head into his hand, his fingers quivering. Jayce stared down at him, tipping his head as he prompted him to say it. Viktor's words caught in his throat and Jayce's other hand reached out, intertwining their fingers as he prompted him again. Viktor could feel those three words burning in his throat and he didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he could dare bring himself to say it out loud. "J-Jayce." His voice was weak and the other only stared at him with patient eyes. 

Say it. Say it. Say it. Say it. Viktor inhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. His grip became painfully tight on Jayce's hand and when he finally spoke, he swore that, just for a moment, he could taste the chill of cold air on his tongue. 

"I hate you." 

Any remaining pressure that had been in his chest suddenly released from him and Viktor exhaled shakily. And he did. He did hate him. Jayce had taken everything from him. His work. His dreams, his life, his body. Everything gone and turned to dust in an instant. And he hated him. Viktor hiccuped shakily and he felt Jayce's lips press against his forehead. Viktor had never craved anyone's touch more in his life. Well, in the first or the second. Viktor's body finally released all its tension and he slumped against Jayce, who reached out to hold him. He was warm. Viktor stared at the ground before closing his eyes. Slowly, surely, he could feel those hands slipping away. Jayce's presence slipping away. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in that destroyed warehouse. He was standing once again. His head had been pressed against his staff. Outside the destroyed wooden beams, he could barely see anything. Darkness. Nighttime. How long had he been standing here? 

Viktor stared forward before his eyes drifted to the ground. He hesitantly reached up, able to feel the tears still running down his face. He finally took a step forward, his nose slightly crinkling at the stiffness in his legs. "Skye?" He called out again, although his voice was much more hoarse this time. 

"Viktor." Her voice was much clearer and Viktor turned. She was... here. Maybe not in reality, but he could see her. Still in her Academy attire. The only notable difference was the absence of her glasses, but she gave him a smile anyway. She was so much clearer. What had that been? Had it been the Hexcore itself? Or had it been a wild, Hexcore-induced hallucination? "Viktor, perhaps we should return to the house." Skye prompted, her hands clasped in front of her. Viktor opened his mouth, but Skye spoke again, her voice a little more gentle. "We can try to find her again tomorrow. You need rest." Did he? In all honesty, he was just surprised it wasn't already tomorrow. He didn't even know what day it was. With how hard it was for him to use both legs, he didn't even want to know how long he'd been standing motionless. Viktor still wasn't sure he needed rest, but when he focused again, the spot Skye had been standing was empty. 

Viktor hesitated before moving forward. He navigated the rubble of the warehouse before finally slipping outside it. In the dim light, a layer of fog was still covering the ground. A layer of Grey. Even though he didn't recognize the area, the way back to the house was crystal clear to him and he followed it. He weaved through alleyways and empty streets, his footsteps ever silent. When he finally became aware of his surroundings again, he was back among the abandoned houses. His footsteps only faltered for a moment before starting up again. He approached the house quietly, reaching out and placing his hand on the door.

There were two soft clicks and he pushed the door open. Once he was safely locked inside, he reached up, illuminating the house as he flicked the switch on the lantern. Instead of returning to his spot on the carpet, Viktor angled himself towards the bedroom. He nudged open the door, allowing the pale blue light to seep in. Viktor set his staff up against the nightstand before lowering himself down onto the bed. He buried his face against the blankets and his chest fluttered weakly. The blankets still smelled faintly of smoke and metal. A blacksmith's scent. Jayce's scent. Viktor exhaled softly, finally closing his eyes. He wasn't sure how long he'd been awake for, only that he hadn't truly slept since his resurrection. 

Viktor slowly allowed his body to relax, sinking into the bed before he heard Skye's voice wishing him goodnight. He replied with a goodnight as well. After another few moments, Jayce's voice spoke, sounding much more distant and warm. He wished him goodnight. Viktor let out a small sigh through his nose, his fingers curling tight into the blanket. When he spoke, it was barely even a whisper. 

"Goodnight, Jayce." 

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The sleep Viktor experienced was so similar to death that he felt vague surprise at waking up the next morning. Dreamless. Senseless. Not to mention he actually knew what death felt like now. Viktor opened his eyes quietly. Something felt... off. Something felt... Viktor managed to push himself up onto his hand, staring straight forward. He felt sick. He glanced up, seeing Skye staring through the bedroom window, her back to him. "Viktor, come look." Her voice was quiet. Viktor barely managed to pull himself out of the bed before staggering over to the window. He placed his hand on the frame to steady himself as Skye stepped to the side. Instantly, he froze as he stared through. Those huge amber eyes met his. What was... What was she doing back? That little girl was staring up at him through the window, reaching up and starting to sign quickly. "She's... She's saying she's been trying to wake you forever. That we have to get out of here." Viktor blinked before turning to look back to the lantern in the center of the main room. Was there a way to bring it with him? 

Viktor turned back to the window just in time to see the girl backing away from the house before turning and running. Ah. That was probably a good sign. Viktor paused, Skye sharing a glance with him as there was a heavy knocking at the door. Viktor reached out to his staff. "...Hopefully we can have some civility." He stated to Skye, pulling his staff over and making his way over towards the door. He didn't bother pulling his hood up. He unlatched the bottom lock first before moving up to the top. It surprised him to not see the door being kicked in. He reached out and pulled the door open, startling as he heard a harsh voice. "Vi, grab them." It commanded. 

Viktor could only feel amusement instead of fear as those large metal fingers wrapped around his waist, pulling him from the doorway and pinning him against the side of the house as Caitlyn ordered everyone else to do a sweep over the property. The moment she was inside, Vi instantly shot an apologetic look at Viktor. Viktor couldn't help himself and a weak, exasperated laugh left him as he shook his head. "...We... have to stop meeting like this." He said in a quiet voice. Despite how nervous and slightly upset Vi looked, the statement did seem to bring a small smile to her lips as well. She quickly shook her head, though her eyes had softened. Viktor could hear boots moving around inside. 

"Do not make me laugh right now, she'll kick my ass." She whispered to him. Viktor gave a soft apology. She paused. Now that it was daytime, Viktor knew Vi could see him a little better now and she only seemed to hold disdain. "What happened to you?" She asked, pulling the gauntlet from his waist. Viktor didn't run. He hadn't planned to anyway. "You, uh, you went full raisin." A soft snort of amusement left Viktor as he leaned against his staff and the wall. He appreciated Vi's terrible jokes in the wake of this moment. He could hear boots swiftly moving back towards the door along with a loud hum. He recognized that noise and Vi jerked back as Caitlyn appeared from the door, already taking aim with her rifle before firing a glowing blue light straight past Viktor's face. He closed his eyes as he felt the heat pass his face. His mouth parted and he let out a shaky breath. "Cait!" Vi sounded shocked, but furrowed her brow as Caitlyn shot her a look, moving down the stairs. 

Caitlyn took Vi's place in front of him, her eyes narrowed and cold as she pressed the barrel of the rifle straight against his neck. Viktor tipped his head back a little, his fingers tight on his staff. "Drop it." Caitlyn ordered. Viktor's fingers released it and it clattered to the ground. "How did you survive that blast? How did you escape the Academy?? How did my brother get caught, but not you??" She sounded slightly enraged, despite trying to hide it beneath a calmer tone. There it was. Fear. "He was locked in a room with you for three days, how did you get out??" Viktor paused and Caitlyn only seemed to become more irate. "Answer me!!" There was something desperate beneath her tone. "He gave himself up and you were nowhere to be found. What happened in that room??" 

"H-Hey." Vi finally spoke up and Caitlyn hissed for Vi not to interrupt. "He can't speak if the barrel of your gun is jammed into his throat." More Enforcers were appearing. The largest seemed to be watching him in dismay. The smallest, a woman with bobbed hair, only regarded him with cold eyes. Caitlyn let out a shaky sigh through her nose before pulling her gun back just a little. 

Viktor knew lying was off the table, but he really wasn't sure the truth sounded any better. Regardless, he'd have to try. "I... I think I was dead. Jayce brought me back." Viktor finally stated. Caitlyn stared at him before seeming to become frustrated and she aimed the gun at his feet, Viktor flinching as she blew up the ground between them. 

"Don't even kid with me. N-Necromancy will not be one of his charges. Tell me the truth." Viktor stared at the charred ground between them. The barrel of the gun was aimed back at him, still letting off steam. Viktor could only stare back and he glanced up as the largest Enforcer spoke. 

"If I could, Captain... this isn't why we're down here." He seemed slightly uncertain of speaking and Caitlyn only stared daggers at Viktor before speaking again. 

"Do you know where Jinx is?" She stated. Viktor shook his head, saying he had yet to encounter her. Skye was standing next to Caitlyn, her own body frozen as she mouthed weakly for Viktor to be careful. Viktor met Vi's wide gaze for only a moment. Caitlyn jerked her gun towards the door. "Inside. Now." Viktor nodded, turning to the door. Skye was already inside as he climbed the steps. "Where did you get this?" Viktor didn't even have to look to know she was talking about the lantern. He replied that Jayce had built it. "How??" While Viktor could've gotten into the mechanics of it, he knew what she was asking. 

"This was our house. For the seven years we were gone." He replied, glancing over his shoulder at Caitlyn quietly. Caitlyn narrowed her eyes. The largest Enforcer spoke again after exchanging a glance with Vi. 

"Captain. Not innocents. You said so yourself. No civilians." His tone was cautious, but reminding. Caitlyn hadn't lowered her gun once as she stared at Viktor. 

"Good thing he is neither. He is affiliated with Jayce Talis." Caitlyn's voice shook a little. 

"I was a captive of Jayce Talis." Viktor replied. Caitlyn gestured to the house in frustration, saying that he'd lived here peacefully with him for several years. "Not quite." Caitlyn stated that he could've escaped. "He strangled me when I tried to leave." Viktor stated bluntly. Caitlyn stared at him before saying that Jayce wouldn't do that. Viktor could only stare at her before his eyes fell to the ground. "Your love for your family is admirable. Your anger is misplaced, but I do understand." He had turned back to face her and he stumbled as Caitlyn shoved him with the barrel of her rifle, stating for him not to patronize her. Viktor replied in a soft voice that he wasn't. 

Caitlyn finally lowered her gun and she gestured to the side. "Into the room. Keep quiet." Viktor nodded, turning and making his way to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, glancing up at Skye, who returned his gaze with a fearful one. Viktor pulled his leg up, his fingers hesitantly starting to massage his knee. It had been stiff when he'd walked. He flinched as the bedroom door was pulled shut. He could hear Caitlyn coldly speaking, but he couldn't make anything out. He heard footsteps disperse and after a minute or two, he heard some approaching his door. They stopped as Caitlyn spoke sharply and Viktor glanced up as he heard Vi's muffled voice. 

"He can't walk without this. We're not assholes." She said firmly. Viktor heard a knock before Vi opened the door. Her gauntlets were off and she had his staff. Vi sighed before slipping into the room and shutting the door, holding the staff out to him. Viktor took it with a small thanks, holding it in front of him and leaning on it. "...Just want to clarify that we found you by complete mistake, I didn't... I didn't say anything." Vi said in a quiet voice, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed. Viktor glanced up at her before replying that he hadn't thought she did. Skye was sat next to him on the bed, her hands in her lap as she gave a small sigh. "We were following a lead. Someone said they saw her headed this direction... That's her paint on the front, isn't it?" Viktor replied that he thought so. 

They both fell into awkward silence for a moment before Viktor glanced up. "Am I to be arrested?" Vi paused, her gaze flitting over to the door before settling back on him and saying that she didn't know. 

"She's, uh, considering sending Maddie out to find other Enforcers to take you back topside." Vi glanced up as Viktor spoke again, saying Caitlyn was likely going to try and find a way to tie him to Jayce in an incriminating manner. "She's just... She's just having a rough go of it right now. She's grieving." Vi tried to assure him. "I'll try and soften her up, okay? You were right, her anger's on the wrong person." Vi's hands tightened on her arms as Viktor spoke again, asking why there were so many Enforcers in Zaun. That they couldn't possibly all be looking for Jinx. "No, they're... we're cracking down on Silco's men. The chem-barons. Just the... the bad guys." 

"And yet you unleashed the Grey on everyone?" Viktor asked, his gaze falling to the ground. He felt Skye's hand comfortingly rubbing his shoulder. Vi was quiet before stammering that it was just to keep everyone inside. "Vi." Viktor's voice was soft. She immediately seemed to freeze up. "Seeing you in this uniform... while our people are being corralled... It feels similar to a betrayal." Vi's shoulders sank. "And I know this wasn't your intention. You do have a good heart." His fingers lightly flexed on the staff, Viktor giving a small sigh. "But do you think this will be worth it?" His eyes had moved back up to her. 

Vi didn't seem to know how to answer and her eyes fell to the ground. "Listen, I don't need you to scold me on my decisions... I have my reasons." She said, glancing up at him. Her voice was firm and slightly defensive. Viktor tipped his head against his staff as he pulled it closer to himself. He gave a small nod, lowering his head. "...I'm not trying to be an asshole." Viktor replied that he knew and he was sorry for pressing her. "I'm stressed too. I'm worried about Jinx. And I'm worried about Cait." Vi gave a helpless shrug, shaking her head. "What am I supposed to do here? Jinx has to face trial." Vi sighed through her nose. "You said you were dead. She killed you. Aren't you upset with her?" 

"Of course not. I am terrified she'll find out. I can't imagine what she'd think of herself, knowing she killed me." A small bit of pain strangled Viktor's dull voice. "I don't want that for her." Vi stared at him and her eyes had softened. "I think you would feel the same." Vi replied that she would. She was silent for a moment before saying that Viktor was a good brother. "And you are trying to be a good sister." Vi's hands curled again. She was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"She, uh, kidnapped me and Cait. Cait was stolen straight from the shower." Vi said, her voice becoming a little strangled. "Kidnapped Silco too. But when he tried to shoot me, she gunned him down. To protect me, I guess... Out of instinct. She was so... upset." Viktor's hands tightened on his staff. Jinx had always been a little off, but to go to those extremes. It seemed unlike her. The more he heard about her, the more concerned he grew. The more convinced he was that something else had happened to her after her near-death experience on the bridge. And to kill Silco... Jinx must've been drowning in grief. "I won't ever tell Caitlyn that you know her... It'll just be us. If you're her brother, that makes you mine too." Vi managed a small smile with her shrug. "Family's gotta look out for each other." She had lowered her voice to a whisper. 

Viktor stared up at her and for once, he was feeling the faint hints of something other than fear. Vague hints of relief and warmth. Family? A smile pulled at his own lips and he replied in a soft voice that he was very appreciative. He leaned his head against his staff again. "...If I am to be arrested, I beg of you not to let him near me again." His hands tightened on his staff. "I'm begging that I am not put anywhere near him." Vi quickly spoke, saying she'd be sure of it. She moved forward, reaching out and lightly touching his shoulder, telling him assuredly that he wouldn't have to see him again. The statement both relieved him and dug into his core like claws. Both of them looked up as the door opened and Caitlyn seemed like she'd composed herself. She cleared her throat, brushing her bangs from her face.

"Vi, we're leaving." She stated. That surprised both of them and Caitlyn sighed, her eyes averting. "Let's go, please." Vi nodded. The other Enforcers weren't in the main room, seeming like they'd already left. Vi turned, saying an awkward goodbye to Viktor, who raised a hand in farewell. Vi slipped past Caitlyn, who stayed for a moment to look at Viktor. Finally, she crossed her arms. "...I'm sorry for bothering you." Viktor replied that it was fine in a quiet voice. Caitlyn's eyes became guilty and she quickly turned away, following Vi. Viktor shut his eyes as he heard Vi's gauntlets pressurize before the footsteps retreated and the door was heard shutting. The buzzing in Viktor's chest had died back down to that dull humming. He closed his eyes, giving a small sigh. 

"They're not taking you back. That's good, right?" Skye's voice was quiet and Viktor replied that it was. He wouldn't hold any grudges against Caitlyn, nor did he feel like he was emotionally capable. She'd lost both a sibling and a mother, one of which was permanent. Her anger was expected, Viktor just wished a portion of it wasn't directed at him. He knew he'd just seen guilt in her eyes, but he also wondered if she'd remembered Jayce could only gain a charge for necromancy if there was proof. Which... would be him. And the fastest way to join the dead was to tamper with them, especially in the Council's eyes. He sat in silence for several minutes before he heard a soft tapping noise. He opened his eyes, glancing back over at the window. He could see a small, dirty hand.

Viktor dug his staff into the floor, using it to slip off the bed. He made his way over to the window, staring down at the girl, who'd  returned. She glanced around before seeming to beckon him to come outside. Viktor wasn't sure he wanted to leave the house unattended, glancing back towards the main room. He blinked as he heard the impatient tapping again and turned to look back at the window in slight amusement. The girl was frowning now. Viktor held up his pointer finger before turning and moving out of the bedroom. "Do you trust her?" Skye's voice was worried as she stood by the door. Viktor reached up, switching the lantern off. 

"What else am I to do besides sit and waste away, Skye?" Viktor asked quietly, fixing his gaze on her. Skye paused before clasping her hands in front of her and staring at the ground. Viktor moved over to the door, unlatching it before opening it. He blinked as the girl appeared, peeking into the doorway. She stared up at him and Viktor tipped his head. "Quite bold of you to come fetch me after stealing from me." He noted gently, leaning against his staff. The girl paused before huffing and looking to the side. "I'm not upset." She raised her brow, seeming to not believe that. "Did you need something? I'm afraid I do not have much to offer." He glanced back towards the house. He paused as the girl beckoned for him to follow. Viktor hesitated before moving down the step and shutting the door. He heard it latch behind him. 

Following the girl around the side of the house, he was led up the hill towards the water cavern. He watched as she disappeared into the tunnel that led towards the edge of Piltover. He sighed and glanced over. He angled himself away from it and moved into the patch of sunlight that drifted through the fissure above him. He closed his eyes. The only place he could feel the warmth was on his face. He gave a quiet sigh through his nose. His legs suddenly gave a small shake and he opened his eyes. He was... He was shaking. Had the Enforcer encounter been too much?? What was this body's version of adrenaline? Had it just run out?? He paused before using his staff to slide down and settle on his knees in the sun. His shoulders sank next and he leaned his head against the staff quietly. He felt Skye's hand on his shoulder. "The encounter may have scared you too much." Had it?? Viktor really wasn't sure. He slid his eyes shut, taking in a soft breath. His chest wasn't buzzing. Only humming. 

He heard footsteps and opened his eyes as the girl stood in front of him. He glanced up and she was staring down at him with a furrowed brow, seeming worried. "My apologies. I am not well enough to go anywhere right now." His hands were slightly shaking on his staff and he finally laid it down, pulling his hands back to his lap and closing his eyes again with another small breath. There was a small shuffling noise and he opened his eyes to see that the girl had sat crisscross in front of him. "You don't have to remain here. I will be sitting for a while." He told her softly. He felt exhausted. Had it really been that draining?? He paused as the girl crawled over and sat next to him, slightly leaning back against him. She started to sign. 

"She says she'll wait until you're ready. She says you were kind to her." Skye told him, now sitting on his other side. Viktor stared down at the girl before a smile tugged at his lips and he thanked her. He closed his eyes again, his body relaxing completely as he sat in the sunlight. It was warm on his face. He just wished he could feel it anywhere else. Viktor listened to the sound of the waterfall, feeling the girl give tiny shuffles, like she couldn't sit still. He did wonder where the girl was trying to bring him. He opened his eyes and reached out, tapping the girl's arm with a finger. She looked back at him. 

"My name is Viktor." He said quietly, closing his eyes once more. "I wouldn't want you walking with someone that you don't even know the name of. He paused as he felt the girl grab his hand, spreading it open before starting to trace letters on his palm. "...It is nice to meet you, Isha." The girl released his hand before leaning against his side again. Viktor's breathing slowed, yet he remained upright as he slipped in a comfortable daze, his vision half-veiled in darkness. 

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In the thin dimness of his dissociation, Viktor could feel those arms again. They were wrapped around him from behind and it felt like he was leaning back against him again. Jayce whispered that he missed him and Viktor's chest squeezed. He missed him too. But good gods, did it feel good to finally be away from him. According to Vi, Jayce had given himself up. He was imprisoned, which meant Viktor was safe. He was finally safe. Even so... The arms disappeared. Viktor opened his eyes to that endless expanse again. He was back in that brightly silhouetted body, stars spiraling around him. He stretched out a hand in front of himself. Here, he felt much more in touch with his emotions. Out in reality, he could barely feel them at all and even to act how he once had took considerably more effort. He tipped his head before closing his eyes again. He wanted to speak to the Hexcore, not to Jayce.

"I understand." He paused as he felt a hand cup his cheek. His hand. Viktor opened his eyes. He couldn't see through the blinding light in front of him directly, but if he turned his head to the side, he could see Jayce. He reached up with his own hand, placing it over the other's. "You wanted to talk to me?" Jayce's voice was quiet and Viktor nodded. He glanced at the other and Jayce's eyes were soft. "I'm here. Not as him, but this is the form you are most comfortable with." Really? Even still? Viktor gave a small sigh, feeling Jayce's thumb brush over his cheek. Viktor asked if the plans had changed now that they were fused as one. "Instead of you joining me in the Arcane, it appears I've joined you out in reality." Jayce's voice trailed off before he spoke again. "It's not what I would call ideal, but it can be worked with." Viktor closed his eyes, tipping his head into his hand. 

"And what is to be done now?" He questioned softly. He opened his eyes as he slid his hand over Jayce's arm. "My emotions are dulled when I am in reality. I can't quite connect with myself like I could before. Is this your interference?" His tone was not accusatory, but more confused. He felt Jayce pause before replying that it could be. He didn't sound too sure himself. Viktor remained uncertain. While his soul was new to this world, the Hexcore was new to everything. He didn't even know if they would be able to navigate it together. Jayce was quiet before saying that Viktor seemed cured physically. "All of my ailments appear to be solved, yes." Viktor could agree with that much. "The Grey is what gave me my disease-" 

"And yet you walk through it now with ease." Jayce said softly, glancing up at him. Viktor gave a small nod. "And you are safe from him. He is imprisoned and you walk free." He tipped his head, his other hand raising to cup Viktor's face. "Why are you not relieved?" Why... wasn't he? Viktor furrowed his brow, his other hand having lifted to hold onto Jayce's wrist. He stared at the ground before jumping a little as he felt lips against his own. His eyes slid shut and he pressed back against them. Jayce seemed to look him over as he pulled back. "Is it not relieving to be freed of ailments? A chance at a healthy life?" His eyes shone curiously. "Do you think we could bring this gift to others?" To others? Viktor stared at the ground for a moment. "Think of the lives to be saved, Vik." Jayce's thumbs rubbed over his cheeks. "The second chances we can give. That you can give." Viktor stared at him best he could before his eyes drifted to the side again. Could he...? 

Viktor paused as he felt Jayce's hands tenderly cupping his head. "You believe I am capable of such things?" He finally asked, his brow slightly furrowed. Jayce responded that he knew it. Instead of the insistent, semi-delirious tone that Viktor was used to, this one only held encouragement and belief. He felt Jayce's lips press to his forehead. 

"Temperature. Food. Water. Disease. You've grown beyond that." Jayce's voice told him.  Viktor stared at the ground before whispering the word 'evolved', to which Jayce seemed to accept wholeheartedly. "Yes! Yes, evolved. Forgive me, I am still new to words." He gave Viktor's head another small kiss, rubbing circles on his cheeks. Viktor found his shoulders sinking as he relaxed. Jayce's hands moved and Viktor paused, following them with his eyes before he felt one of his hands be spread open, the palm facing upwards. "Imagine the pain and loss you could alleviate. Maybe even with a touch." Viktor startled a little as energy crackled from Jayce's hands to his. Jayce's hands suddenly pulled Viktor's up and he felt heat across his face as Jayce's lips pressed to his palm. "I can help you harness the power of the Arcane. I can help you." He insisted softly, sounding eager at the idea. He sounded so relieved to be of use.

"And you are so sure of this?" Viktor asked worriedly, feeling those lips press to his knuckles next. He felt warm breath against his fingers as Jayce's voice whispered that he knew it. There was something uncertain and uncomfortable writhing inside of Viktor, but he gave a small nod. He'd viewed this body as a curse, but if what the Hexcore said was true, maybe he could... maybe he could help people. He paused as he heard Jayce whisper that he could finally be of proper use to Viktor. Viktor paused before reaching out, locating the other's cheek through the blinding light. "Do not speak like that. Your support is appreciated, as are your intentions to... consistently comfort me." He felt Jayce's head tip into his hand and he let out a small breath. 

"It was you who gave me sentience with a small piece of yourself. There is nothing more I want than to repay you for it." Jayce's voice was filled with warmth and Viktor's face heated up again. That single drop of blood had so much more impact than he'd first realized. What had Jayce called it? Anomalizing his Hexcore? Jayce's Hexcore had been pure, solid, and blue. Viktor's... He paused as the figure leaned forward and he closed his eyes, feeling their foreheads press together. Worry built up in his chest and his hands squeezed a little in front of himself as he heard Jayce speak again. "I know you are still broken. I know I may not be able to fix it. But whenever you drop into your dark places, I'll be your light." 

"...How romantic." Viktor stated in a small, joking tone as a smile tugged at his lips. He heard Jayce's voice scoff before exclaiming that he was trying to display human empathy. Viktor finally let out quiet laughter as he nodded. "Yes, you are doing wonderfully." He felt Jayce pause before startling as the other pulled him into a tight hug, his chin resting on his head again. Jayce whispered that it was exciting to hear Viktor laugh. That it was so rare. Viktor hesitated before reaching up and sliding his arms around the other in response. He reached up, feeling Jayce's face through the blinding light before his fingers found his lips. He followed, initiating the kiss on his own. A smile instantly spread across Jayce's lips and Viktor gave a weak chuckle. He pulled back before his eyes fell to the ground. "...How long will you have his form?" 

"Until I can find another that you are most comfortable with. I imagine it'll be quite a good day when I finally present as someone else." Jayce's voice was light and encouraging. Viktor nodded. He gave a small shiver as he heard his voice and felt his breath against his ear. "I just want you to be happy, Vik." 

Viktor finally opened his eyes. The sound of rushing water was back and his eyes trailed to the fissure above him. The sky was orange, streaked and painted with pink and red. Sunset. He paused as he felt weight against his arm, glancing over. Isha hadn't moved from his side, though it looked like she had fallen asleep. The position in which she had looked so remarkably uncomfortable that Viktor could only stare in surprise for a moment. "You've been quiet for a while. Are you okay?" Skye's voice was soft on his other side. Viktor nodded. So this wasn't the Hexcore? Was Skye here?? Viktor stared down at Isha before shifting a little, reaching out and pulling his staff back over to himself. 

He gently nudged Isha with the staff and she stirred, lazily swatting at it before she sat up, rubbing her head. "I am well enough to travel now." Viktor said quietly, glancing at her. Isha lit up and got to her feet. It took Viktor a little longer to get to his own, leaning against the staff. "Where did you want to take me?" Isha reached out, tugging at his staff before turning and scampering forward into the tunnel again. Viktor glanced back at his water cavern before following along behind her. As Isha led him through the caves, it was becoming increasingly clear to him where they were going and he finally came to a stop, staring ahead at the hole in the wall. "Isha?" The girl turned and beckoned to the hole urgently. "Is there not another way down? I might scrape up my entire body attempting that slide." He wasn't lying either. Not only was he worried about the damage to the gold pieces, but he also didn't want to lose his only article of clothing.

Isha began to sign and Skye spoke next to Viktor. "She says the other ways in are out near the city and the bad air is about to be pumped in there any moment." She replied. Viktor paused before gesturing and saying that Isha had a breathing mask. She looked at him with huge eyes before pointing to him and he blinked. 

"Oh, the Grey... no longer affects me." He said, his hands tightening on the staff. Isha stared at him, instantly frowning in disbelief. "I'm not lying." Isha's disbelief became uncertainty and she gave a small huff through her nose before pulling the mask off her belt and slipping it on. She turned and scampered a different direction. Viktor followed along behind her. When they emerged from the tunnels again, they were hugging one of the cavern walls, Viktor glancing up to see the air vents high above them. This was... This was dangerous. But not for him. He lifted his staff from the ground and quickened his pace. Walking without a support still proved wobbly at the least, but he could do it. They were nearly out from under the vents before Viktor heard the loud hiss. The humming in his chest quickly exploded into buzzing as he moved past Isha, grabbing her hand and pulling her along quickly. He ducked behind a large outcrop of rocks with her. 

Isha held the mask to her face and Viktor watched, jumping a little as that dense, poisoned air hit the ground, billowing outwards like water. Already, bits of it were swirling along the ground around the sides of the rocks towards them. Viktor could feel it tingling. Despite her mask, Isha would've been critically injured if the cloud had fallen directly onto her. He could feel her clinging to his robe. Viktor furrowed his brow and held his staff a little closer. There was a soft crackling noise and Viktor paused as he saw the Grey seem to hit what appeared to be an invisible barrier around him, soon curling away in wisps. He glanced down at Isha, seeing it doing the same. The glow that surrounded the both of them sported that same faint webbing. Viktor couldn't tell if it was him who'd done it, or the Hexcore. He paused as he saw Isha's hesitance, her shoulders scrunched up. "Isha." He got her attention gently. "I won't hurt you, alright?" He was trying to keep his voice as genuine as possible. "Even I'm unsure of what I'm capable of, but I will keep you safe from the Grey." 

Isha's hands visibly tightened on his robe and she nodded. Viktor asked where they were going and Isha moved forward. She moved her hand up, Viktor taking it before Isha pulled him along. The Grey seemed to spiral away from them as they walked and Viktor couldn't see anything through the fog. At least Isha seemed to know where they were going. Viktor paused as they entered a clearer area. Something felt dangerous. Something was watching them. This quickly proved to be true as something went scurrying past, making both of them stop in their tracks. There were soft growls and things kept moving in the shadows. Hooded figures. Viktor's shoulders sank. These were no animals. Anyone could recognize Shimmer addicts from a mile away. He felt Isha press against his side and they moved back as one appeared with a knife in shaky hands. 

They instantly paused and Viktor saw the glint of glasses again. "...I met you before." He spoke up, his voice quiet. The mask he'd given the figure was still around their neck. The figure seemed to panic and quickly turned, running away from them with a whimper. The other hooded figures soon followed the first, leaving Viktor and Isha alone. Isha seemed downright shocked by this and Viktor could only stare after them. Couldn't he... Couldn't he help them?? How would he be able to do it? He'd sensed pain in every movement, every small sound they made. Some had been hobbling and even the figure he'd met before had such bad tremors that they'd barely been able to even hold the knife at all. Surely he could try, but they'd all fled from him. Isha impatiently tugged at his hand, clearly wanting to leave this area. 

As Viktor followed, he furrowed his brow. He was starting to step in something wet, but only on one of his feet. He stopped and apologized as Isha let out a loud, heavy sigh of annoyance. Viktor turned to look back and paused, seeing that he'd left behind translucent footprints from his left foot. "Oh, I... I may be injured." Viktor hesitated before digging his staff into the ground and carefully sliding down it into a sitting position. He leaned it against the wall behind him as Isha quickly knelt down next to him, her eyes wide. Viktor raised his foot and, sure enough, he could see broken glass embedded in it. Good gods, he didn't feel a thing. 

He reached down and Isha made a small noise of protest, shaking her head before quickly looking away and covering her ears as Viktor started to pull the shard out. The liquid that accompanied it was slightly blue and he furrowed his brow. The blue appeared mixed with gold and he tossed the shard away, hearing it clink as it hit the ground nearby. He blinked as Isha turned back, fumbling with one of her pouches before pulling out a slightly dirty rolls of bandages. Viktor's gaze softened. "Bandages are hard to come by. You don't need to use them for me. I can't even feel it." Isha signed sternly and Viktor didn't even need Skye to tell him that he'd just been told to shush. He held the bandage in place as Isha quickly began to wrap his foot. A bit of nostalgia grew in Viktor's chest, an aching joining the humming as he remembered how Jayce would always use his canines to cut the bandage. Isha seemed to have a harder time, but she managed it. 

She tied it off, seeming somewhat proud of herself before looking up at Viktor with a prompting gaze. It made him laugh a little. "Yes, yes, thank you." Isha seemed satisfied with this, getting up. Viktor got to his feet again as well, using his staff. They walked for a few more minutes before Isha started to speed up, her steps becoming a little more excited. She disappeared around a large portion of rocks that Viktor didn't recognize. Well, Jinx had told him that there were many paths leading down to the hideout. He slipped around the rocks before pausing. Isha signed impatiently, Skye's voice informing him that Isha wanted to hurry. "...You're quite bossy, Miss Isha." Viktor said in amusement, making the child give the most dramatic eye roll he'd ever seen. 

Viktor followed her into the path. It wasn't quite as wide as the draped one he knew of, but it also wasn't the crevice, which he was thankful for. However, it was just wide enough and he could feel the rock walls occasionally scrape against either of his clothed shoulders. He let out a shaky breath, the humming his chest having become buzzing again. "Y-You're alright. Focus ahead." Skye seemed to be trying to encourage him. They finally emerged into a cave that Viktor wasn't quite sure he recognized, but he could hear the familiar whir of the fan blades somewhere nearby. Isha held up her hands and Viktor understood, staying where he was as Isha turned and ran off in the direction of the whirring. Skye stood next to him. "You're panicking, Viktor." She sounded worried. Was he? Viktor gave a shaky swallow, whispering that he didn't know how she would react to him. 

Skye moved around and reached up, taking his shoulders. "You didn't abandon her. J-Just remember that, okay?? I-If she thinks you did, I can't imagine anyone more genuine to deny it. I... I can see how much you care for her. I can feel it. It's so obvious! Surely she'll see it!" Skye didn't sound certain herself, but she was trying her best to sound confident. Viktor did appreciate it and he gave a small nod. He paused as Isha came back, a clear frown on her face. She'd taken off her mask and she began to sign. "S-She says that her friends are not here right now." Isha rolled her eyes as she signed again. "She says we'll have to wait for them." Good gods, Viktor didn't know if he could handle waiting. His hands were already shaking in his staff. 

"Isha... Forgive me, b-but I think I may need to sit down again." Viktor's voice weakened near the end and his hands slid down his staff as he lowered himself to the ground. It was a little rougher this time and he squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head against his staff. His chest ached with how loud the buzzing was. Isha was clearly panicking as she circled him. "I-It's fine, I just... I need to rest for a moment." He kept his eyes staring straight forward, even though Isha was seen passing back and forth in front of him anxiously. She finally dropped next to him and Viktor jumped as Isha hugged him. He paused before stretching out a shaky arm and holding her. "Your friends will like me?" Isha nodded instantly, pulling back to look at him. "I-I'm afraid I'm quite anxious." And he was. Good gods, he was. Would Jinx be mad at him?? Was she going to be horrified by his appearance?? Would he even be able to convey the proper emotions towards her? 

And the other thing. Friends was plural. Who did Jinx have with her?? Was it someone he knew? "Viktor. Viktor, your m-mind's racing, please. You're going to exhaust yourself again." Skye sounded dismayed as she placed her hand on his other arm. Viktor stared at her before his body started going limp. He felt Isha pat at him in alarm and Viktor leaned back against the wall, feeling himself slipping away. 

"You're alright. Hey." Jayce's voice was just as worried as Skye's as Viktor opened his eyes back in that starry expanse. "Viktor, it's okay." Viktor was still shaking. It was even worse here, since he could properly process all his emotions. It sounded like he even had the Hexcore worrying about him. He felt Jayce's hands take his shoulders before started to rub his arms comfortingly. "Come on, you can't be here when she arrives. You have to greet her properly. You can't let your nerves get to you." Jayce cupped his cheeks and Viktor closed his eyes, desperately accepting the kiss he was given. "You have to wake up. Come on." Jayce's voice was encouraging. "Wake up." 

And he did. Granted, he woke with a sharp, shaking breath that made Isha nearly drop the fruit she'd been bringing him, her eyes wide. He held up a hand, quickly giving an apology. The cavern was... The cavern was light? He glanced to the side, able to see the glow coming from a small fissure in the ceiling. Sunlight?? How long had he been out this time? Isha knelt in front of him, offering him the fruit. For a moment, Viktor didn't say anything. He wasn't sure if he even able to eat anymore, never mind the fact that he definitely didn't need to. However, he didn't want to worry Isha and he took it. He took a bite, feeling the sweetness on his tongue. He chewed and swallowed, unsure of where it would end up. "Have your... Have your friends returned?" Isha began to sign, looking troubled. 

"She says she doesn't understand because they're usually back by now. She heard some noises earlier, but she's looked all over and found nothing." Skye translated for him. Viktor sighed. He shakily got to his feet, moving towards the center of the cavern. He managed to peer towards the whirring and there was nostalgia in his chest. He could see the grated floor. This tunnel looked newer. It definitely hadn't been here before. Isha tugged at his robes and he glanced down at her. She seemed confused as she signed. "She says her friends will like you and she doesn't understand why you're so nervous." 

Viktor stared down at Isha quietly. "...I don't know how Jinx will react to seeing me again." He finally told her. Isha seemed shocked for a moment before pulling back. She began to sign once more. 

"She's saying that Jinx had peppered her with questions when she mentioned a man in the house. That she'd specifically requested Isha go fetch him." Skye said, her voice becoming tight with hope. The heavy feeling in Viktor's chest lifted a little. Isha stared at him, signing again. "She's saying that you do know her." 

"I do know her. I've missed her greatly." His voice became a little strangled and his hands slightly tightened on his staff. Isha stared at him again, seeming dismayed before quickly signing. Skye informed him that Isha was saying she would look around one more time. She turned and quickly ran back towards the main hideout. Viktor was trembling a little. Did that mean Jinx was excited to see him? Gods, he hoped so. He paused as Skye appeared in front of him, her eyes wide. 

"Viktor!" She barely got his name out before covering her mouth as a hot, glowing blue orb flew over his shoulder following a bang. He could feel slight stinging as it whisked past his cheek. It exploded into the wall in front of him and Viktor's entire body froze. 

"Do not move." Caitlyn sounded furious. "Viktor, I was trying to be understanding. I was truly trying to be understanding of your situation and how unfair everything has been to you, but this??" Viktor inhaled shakily as he felt the barrel of her rifle press into his back. "What do you mean 'you know her'?? You absolute liar." She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "You withhold crucial information from me on the person who murdered my mother." He heard more footsteps and glanced to the side. Both him and Vi froze up. She was holding a struggling Isha, who was trying to furiously escape her. "We followed her here. I know she's here and she won't show herself." Caitlyn shoved him with the barrel of her gun, making him stumble. "Call out to her. Now." Vi started to say Caitlyn's name. "Shut up, Vi." 

Viktor had frozen up. In an instant, his staff was knocked from his hands and he felt her kick the back of his knees, making him collapse. Isha instantly let out a shrill noise of protest. Viktor trembled as he felt Caitlyn's rifle pressing to the back of his head. "I won't ask again, Viktor." He had a feeling she wasn't lying. "Call out to her." 

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Viktor's entire throat was dry and the one thing he was truly worried about was having to raise his voice. He wasn't even sure he could do it. The buzzing in his chest was so painful and he flinched as Caitlyn pushed the barrel further against his head. "Viktor, I do not want to kill you. That may be hard to believe, but I don't want to do that. Despite everything. I don't want to, but I swear..." Caitlyn sounded like she was about to snap and fresh fear filled Viktor's chest. 

He opened his mouth and when his voice finally escaped him, it was hoarse. Anyone could tell that he wasn't used to speaking so loudly. "Jinx!" He called out, a tremor buried in it. The name echoed slightly around the cavern, but there was no response. "J-Jinx, please." When he glanced to the side, Isha looked like she was about to cry as she beat at Vi's arm. Vi didn't look any better, clearly pained by this. As his voice faded, there was a new noise. Clanking. From a ledge above and in front of them, a shape appeared before hopping down, stumbling from the weight it was carrying. When Viktor met Jinx's eyes, he could tell instantly that something was wrong. What had... What had happened to her eyes?? That blue was gone, replaced by a vivid magenta that seemed to give off a glow. Her skin was paler and... His eyes trailed down. 

He remembered that gun. Jinx had spent so much of her time building it and it looked like it was finally completed. Viktor didn't quite understand how she was holding the minigun on her own, seemingly without issue. Jinx's face was terrifyingly blank and she had a dangerous look about her. The same one he'd see on... Viktor's spine locked up and he squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a shaking breath before opening them again. In an instant, Jinx seemed to finally process what she was seeing and her eyes went slightly wider. That dangerous look disappeared and he could see something akin to relief. Pain. "Stringbean." She whispered the word in shock and Viktor stared back at her before he felt the first tear roll down his face. Why could he never tell when he started crying?? Jinx's soft eyes became dangerous again as they raised and Viktor felt the barrel of the gun leave the back of his head as Caitlyn was heard stepping back. 

"CAIT!!" Vi suddenly yelled out as an impact was heard behind Viktor, making him freeze up. He glanced over as Vi dropped Isha, moving back slightly into the tunnel before reappearing as her gauntlets full pressurized to her hands. Viktor startled as Isha ran over to him, tackling him. He held her against him as he grabbed his staff and pushed himself back. He flinched as the sound of bullets suddenly erupted into the cavern as Jinx took aim, Vi swearing and being forced to retreat back into the tunnel. His eyes flitted over and widened. Sevika's prosthetic arm had been messily painted pink and blue. She swung at Caitlyn, who barely managed to dodge. When Sevika met his gaze, her own slightly softened and she gave him a slight, messy smile. She looked relieved too. She looked... relieved to see him. Viktor held Isha a little closer, feeling her trembling. 

He flinched as Vi managed to escape the tunnel, kicking up a piece of scrap metal and heaving it at Jinx. Viktor felt pain fill his frame at the sight of the sisters fighting like that. Neither seemed like they wanted to hold back either. Viktor's eyes widened as his hearing suddenly vanished into ringing. His body gave a violent shiver and he quickly pushed Isha back, covering his mouth. Beneath his darkened skin, flashes of purple were starting to erupt and he could see the panic in Isha's eyes as she stared at him. Viktor didn't know what was happening. He dropped his staff, burying his head in his hands. Even when he squeezed his eyes shut, all he saw was the webbing of the Hexcore. It was so bright and he could barely see anything when he opened his eyes again. He vaguely felt Isha shaking him, but he couldn't focus. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. 

All of a sudden, the Hex Crystals in both Caitlyn's rifle and Vi's gauntlets gave a violent crackle, causing both gadgets to momentarily malfunction. Caitlyn missed her shot on Sevika, who picked her up and slammed her to the wall. Vi seemed unable to move, anchored to the ground by the weight of the gauntlets as Jinx took aim with her minigun again. Viktor felt his chest give such a violent crackle that he opened his mouth. Although he couldn't hear himself, everyone else certainly could. Isha jerked back from him and Sevika instantly froze up, turning to him. Jinx nearly dropped the minigun, that crazed look in her eyes fading into something horrified. Even Caitlyn looked shocked. Viktor felt like he was burning alive from the inside out and it spread up his throat. For a moment, he was absolutely blinded. That ringing was so loud. It was so loud and he couldn't hear anything. 

He jerked himself back, feeling himself hit the wall. As his vision returned, something moved and he barely saw a pale hand stretch out towards him before a blue glow whisked past his face, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. He could smell burning flesh, but he didn't think it was his own. He dragged in shaking breaths as his vision slowly returned. Jinx had fallen on her back near him, steam rising from one of her hands. One of her fingers was gone, the other ones stained black. Around him, Viktor could see that the ground had changed. That webbing seemed burned into the very rocks and he reached up, holding his throat. It hurt. His throat hurt. He still couldn't hear anything, but he watched as Jinx seemed to recover, pulling her gun from her belt and taking aim at Caitlyn. Vi's gauntlet suddenly grabbed her and Viktor flinched as Jinx was thrown away from him. 

After a moment, he felt small hands again. Isha?? He barely managed to focus on her, panting shakily. The girl was shaking him again, seeming panicked. Her gaze snapped behind him and widened. She opened her mouth, Viktor vaguely hearing her making shrill, panicked noises. Something was grabbing him. Something was curling over his skin, pulling him backwards. "Viktor! VIKTOR!!" He heard Jinx scream out for him before he was yanked backwards, Isha's hands leaving him.

Wherever he was, he could not breathe. there was no darkness. Only a white, endless space swirling vaguely with teal, pink and blue. Viktor couldn't breathe. He was still being dragged backwards by something and he squeezed his eyes shut as he was pulled downwards. His back hit the ground first, knocking the wind from his already depleted lungs. He was left gasping like a dying fish, curled up on the rocky ground. His staff clattered a few feet away, the webbing on it appearing sharper and much more gnarled. His whole body felt raw and tender, like several dozen volts of electricity had just moved through it. For a moment, he was considering that it had. Despite the burning, he couldn't feel his legs and barely managed to push himself up with his arms, his head spinning. There was sunlight in front of him and he furrowed his brow, unable to look away from it. 

He couldn't hear fighting anymore and instead, it was replaced with a different, much more familiar sound. The sound of rushing water. Viktor continued to drag in breath as he looked to the side. The waterfall. His water cavern. How was he back here?? "Guh... K-Kuh..." He couldn't even get his voice out, only gagging each time he took too deep of a breath. He had to tear his eyes away from the patch of sunlight, staring at the ground. What had just happened to him?? Why had his body done that?? Why had the Hex Crystals shorted out?? Something had happened with the Hexcore in his chest, but he couldn't tell what it was. Something had happened... with the Hexcore. With the Arcane. It had hurt. He'd never felt that kind of pain in his life. He felt stretched thin down to his very soul. No chemical burns gained in Singed's lab could even compare at all. Viktor's arms were trembling and he collapsed again. Everything hurt. It hurt and it burned and he couldn't take it. 

Gathering his energy, or what little of it he had left, he pushed himself up once more. He startled as there were distant explosions and he quickly turned to look back. Around the city of Zaun, there were colorful clouds erupting everywhere. Pink and blue. He'd never seen anything like it and he knew in his core that it could only be Jinx's doing. It sent vibrations up his arms through the ground. Was she okay?? What had happened to everyone? His chest was still buzzing, but he could only watch as the green tint of Zaun was momentarily changed. In a way, it was beautiful. He could only enjoy it for a moment, turning and dragging himself over to the water's edge. He barely managed to undo the blanket from his body before slipping into the water, standing on shaky legs before sinking to his shoulders. For once, he could feel temperature. The chill of the water seemed to seep into his very bones, making him gasp as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

He stood up and quickly moved forward, almost throwing himself through the waterfall before sinking to his shoulders again behind it. He buried his hand into his hair and took in a shaking breath. New wetness ran down his face and he swore shakily as he saw gold and blue joining the water. That white glow that had accompanied him before was nowhere to be seen and he wondered briefly if it was because he didn't have the energy to subconsciously produce it. He could only lean against the wall, both tears and blood streaming down his face as he struggled to breathe. The gold and blue blood from his nose tasted metallic and fizzling. It made him want to vomit, but he couldn't. What was happening?? What had happened to him?? Why had that happened to him?? Good gods, he had finally seen Jinx again. She'd been happy to see him. Not as much as he would've expected, but still. What had happened to her?? Why were her eyes different?? Where had that strength come from? He didn't understand. Had they both been changed?? 

Viktor felt like he couldn't even move from the cavern wall, his whole body having become weak. A slight ledge beneath his shoulder was likely the only thing keeping him from sinking into the water and drowning. He'd started to cool down, but it felt like the heat was sapping away with his energy in tow. He had to speak to the Hexcore, but when he reached out in his mind, there was no answer. Had it burned out again? His eyes slid shut as his panting weakened. Why was he back here?? Were Jinx and Sevika okay? What about Isha? He was even concerned about Caitlyn and Vi. They'd all been at each other's throats. Out for blood. 

Viktor couldn't even hear Skye anywhere. Nor did he feel her presence. For right then, he was alone. He was completely alone and it made his entire skeleton lock up. If it wasn't for that tiny ledge, he certainly would've drowned by now. This was the most attuned he'd felt to his emotions in this body, but good gods, what had been the cost?? He'd... He'd never expected to see anyone look at him in such relief. Both Jinx and Sevika. Just... they had been so relieved he was alive. It brought a weak, shaky warmth to his chest that made him tremble. It was different than the burning heat that had just consumed his whole body. Comforting. Slowly, surely, he was becoming aware. The bandage Isha had wrapped around his foot was soaking wet and he could feel it coming undone. He finally managed to move one of his hands, wiping his multicolored blood off his face. 

He had to use the wall to steady himself and he could only stare at the shining handprint that was left when he pulled his palm away. This was truly him now...? He didn't know how to feel. His emotions were starting to dull down again and he was a little relieved by it. He felt like he was about to pass out and decided he would rather not do that in a pool of water. He managed to barely stand, starting to move out from under the waterfall. The moment he was out, he heard something. "VIKTOR!!" He'd never heard Caitlyn's voice that loud and uncontrolled. He could hear Vi desperately speaking, insisting that none of this was his fault. Viktor instantly pushed himself back behind the waterfall, pressing himself against the wall. 

He could see their blurry forms appear and he didn't need to fully see them to know that they were absolutely disheveled. He could even see Caitlyn's hands shaking on her rifle from here. Through the water, Viktor heard her yell out again, demanding for him to show himself. He saw her kick at his blanket before delivering a much more frustrated kick to his staff, sending it loudly clattering. Vi seemed to be trying to calm her down, though it was to no avail. It didn't take a genius for Viktor to figure out that Jinx had escaped her. He remained quiet. His chest was buzzing again. Caitlyn disappeared out of sight again and Viktor could faintly hear her calling him some choice words from the tunnel. His arms shakily moved up to hug himself. If Caitlyn hadn't wanted to kill him before, she certainly would now. 

She stormed back into view, Vi still following. She seemed like she'd left her gauntlets somewhere in the tunnel. Caitlyn stood completely still for a moment as Vi seemed to desperately try to speak to her. Caitlyn's hands moved off her rifle and she turned. Viktor flinched as Caitlyn smacked Vi to the ground, seeming to throw her into silent shock. She raised a bandaged hand to her face and Caitlyn turned away from her. She suddenly took aim down the hill with her rifle and Viktor winced as he heard the sound of shattering wood and glass following each pull of the trigger. She couldn't. She couldn't, what if she hit the- Viktor squeezed his eyes shut as the ground suddenly shook, a bright blue cloud erupting from down the hill. The Hex Crystal... within the lantern. 

Caitlyn seemed to be panting and she turned back to Vi. Vi hadn't gotten up and her shoulders were shaking. It had never really occurred to Viktor that Vi was capable of crying, but why wouldn't she be? She was only human as well. Perhaps he hadn't realized the extent of their closeness. Something painful spread in his chest. Caitlyn finally turned away, seeming to wipe her own eyes before heading back down the hill. All Viktor could see was rising smoke. He wasn't usually aware of when he started crying, but he was now. He sank back down into the water, inhaling shakily. He couldn't move. He wouldn't. Vi remained on the ground for a few more minutes before seeming to compose herself. She pushed herself up to her feet, standing still for a few more moments. She wiped her own eyes and turned away, Viktor watching as she disappeared into the tunnel. She never returned. After he was sure both of them were gone, that was when Viktor moved. 

He slipped out from under the waterfall and moved over to the water's edge. He pulled himself up and instantly wrapped in himself in the blanket, not caring if it got wet. He moved himself into the patch of sunlight. From here, he could see the house. Or what was left of it. The main room was destroyed and the section that held the bedroom stood, but so slanted that it would likely collapse any minute. Viktor could only stare at it. It wasn't until right then that he realized just how attached he'd been to it. How much it had been less of a house and more a home. Despite everything. Despite the fear and pain he'd felt there, it had been a safe place. What would Jayce think now that it was gone? Would he be upset too? Had he been attached to it? What was he going to do? 

Finally, he felt something and when he spoke, he could tell he'd blown his vocal cords. "Skye..." He whispered in a hoarse, barely audible voice. 

"Viktor..." She sounded dismayed. "I-I'm so sorry, I know that... That place was..." She was stumbling over her words and she finally fell quiet before speaking again. "I'm so sorry, Viktor." He felt her hand on his shoulder and he shook his head. Water was still streaming down his face from his hair. The buzzing in his chest had dulled back down to that humming, but it felt stuttered and shaken. He couldn't go anywhere. Caitlyn would likely tell the Enforcers where the hideout was. His house was gone. If he returned to Piltover, he'd likely be imprisoned and studied as some kind of specimen. For right then, he could only sit there, soaked and miserable. He slowly dragged his knees up to his chest and slid a hand into his wet hair. He hated to admit it and it spurred such a hateful feeling in his core, but he... He wanted Jayce. 

Jayce would've comforted him. He would've held him. He would've told him everything was okay because he was good at lying like that. He wouldn't have let him go, even once Viktor had calmed down. Viktor's hands shook and he squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't have any of that right now. The Hexcore was burned out and Jayce was imprisoned. And Viktor had sworn to himself that he would never go back to the real Jayce. He couldn't. He couldn't trap himself in that web again because he was certain that Jayce would not let him go. Jayce wouldn't let him escape twice. What was he going to do? Why did it all hurt so much? Maybe when he calmed down a little more, it would all fade back into that apathy and he would feel nothing but dulled echoes again. 

"We can sit here as long as you need. I-I'm still with you." Skye spoke up, her voice trembling. He glanced over at her and she sat with her hands tightly clasped in her lap. She had tears running down her own face and Viktor's shoulders sank. She seemed to notice and quickly reached up, wiping them. "S-Sorry. Y-Your feelings are shared. I know... I can feel how much you cared about this place. Even if I can't really... understand it." Viktor knew what she meant. If she was in his mind, she would've been able to see every time Jayce had threatened or intimidated him. Left him living in fear of his next move. She would've been able to see the exact moment Jayce had pinned him against the bed with his hands so tight around his throat that Viktor hadn't been able to speak for days. He understood why she was confused about his attachment to that house. 

Despite everything, there'd been good memories in this place. Occasionally, when Jayce was gentle, he would make Viktor laugh. That very first stabilization of the Hex Crystal and Jayce's praise. Jayce seeking out his favorite fruit and using his Rune for something other than violence. Those warm looks Viktor would occasionally feel. He pulled the blanket tight. It was dangerous to think like this. He couldn't go back. He couldn't betray himself like that. The house may have been gone, but he was still free. He was still free and... alive? He wasn't as certain with that one. The decision he made was painful, but it was necessary. 

Once he was dry, he would leave this place. He would miss the water cavern. He would miss this fissure that gave him the sun and moon. He would miss the pool and he would miss his safe place behind the waterfall. But he couldn't stay here. He couldn't live like this, if he could even call it living at all. He had to leave. 

He had to move on. 

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In the following nights, Viktor had kept to the shadows. He had not stopped to speak with anyone, nor did he have the desire to. He simply pressed on. He hadn't slept, but he also wasn't sure he needed to. While traveling through the city, he'd also taken note of something. There were soldiers here he did not recognize. They did not bear Enforcer uniforms. In fact, their symbol seemed to be of a different region entirely and, while he still struggled to recognize it, Viktor could still tell when ill intent was wished upon him. Once he'd traversed the city, he'd moved on to the surrounding caverns. Skye was always waiting for him around every corner and while she would often try to convince him to go back to the city, he wouldn't. The Hexcore had remained silent and, in turn, so had Viktor. 

The caverns he followed often ended abruptly, forcing him to go back and try another one. He wasn't sure where he was trying to go, but dead ends certainly weren't going to help him. It wasn't long before he entered another dead end cavern, though this one seemed unique in that it was sporting a pool of water. It seemed to trickle from the stalactites above. However, Viktor didn't see any outflow. The pool was stagnant. There was an incredibly large fissure above him and he tipped his head, able to see blue sky. It was likely he was in the bottom of some ravine. He crinkled his nose just a little. Something felt off here. The moment he'd entered the cavern, a dull ache had started in his leg. And not the one he would've expected either. It was his opposite leg. And, in fact, it wasn't even in the place he would've thought. It was his calf instead of his knee. His hand tightened on his staff. 

In his chest, that humming had started to echo and he paused. Why was it...? He held a hand up to his chest in confusion. All he could otherwise was the trickling water from the pool. Something was off. Something was very, very off. All at once, the humming in his chest exploded into buzzing and it momentarily consumed his senses. His eyes lit up as it blinded him and he could only squeeze them shut, helpless to whatever the Hexcore was doing. It stopped and Viktor collapsed to the ground, his hands sliding down his staff. He furrowed his brow, panting a little. The lighting had changed. He had started to become used to waking up to different skies after large bouts of dissociation, but this one felt... He stared up through the fissure at a murky, grey-brown sky. He couldn't even tell if those were clouds of water or ash. 

There was a new sound. A new light. Viktor could see it flickering on the walls from next to him and he turned, his eyes wide. A... A fire. And not a wildfire either. Man made. Small. Viktor furrowed his brow. It wasn't wood that was the kindling, but rather rolled up pieces of thick fabric. Viktor tipped his head. Everything here felt dead and the pain in his leg had stopped. Well, almost everything felt dead. He zoned in on a new sound, the buzzing his chest having become an almost silent humming. Through the crackling of the fire and the trickling of the water... he heard breathing. It was ragged and wheezing. He startled and turned himself, sitting on his knees next to the fire before freezing up. 

Was that Jayce?? He was leaned back against the wall of the cavern, Viktor able to see that giant hammer of his if he glanced to the side. Jayce looked scuffed all to hell, holes in his clothes and his hair a mess. Viktor's gaze drifted back to the hammer and he furrowed his brow. There were dents and scrapes in the metal. Viktor slowly pushed himself to his feet before backing up a little and staring up the fissure. There. He could see scraped away areas of the rock. Jayce had fallen. But... Viktor turned to look back at him. Jayce seemed to be asleep and, for once, Viktor could tell he was. Where was... here? Viktor had walked into an empty cavern before the Hexcore had activated. He had to be somewhere else. He wouldn't dare approach Jayce, his hands tightening on his staff. Here, he felt... connected to his emotions again. Fearful and hesitant. Nothing like the apathy he had been accustomed to for the past couple of days. 

After gathering himself, Viktor finally moved forward, though his steps and his staff seemed to make no noise. He cast no shadow and Viktor only grew more concerned as he noticed this. Was he here at all? He stopped next to Jayce and knelt down. That face... The other had been crying. Why?? He... had his Rune again. He could see the blue gleam on his wrist. Viktor's eyes trailed over him before something clicked in his mind. He hesitated before reaching out, unsure if he would even be able to touch him. His question was answered as he placed his fingers on Jayce's calf. Almost instantly, Jayce hissed in pain as Viktor yanked his hand back. The skin had not felt solid. Something was wrong with his leg. He had fallen. Why hadn't he used the Rune to get out of here? He leaned in before freezing a little as he saw the slight spiderwebbing across the surface of the crystal. 

Both alarm bells of concern and confusion were going off in Viktor's body. What happened?? Why was Jayce here?? Where was here?? Was this real or was it another Hexcore-induced delusion? Viktor lowered himself into a crisscross position next to Jayce's leg, setting down his staff. He reached out again before taking the pants leg. He was trying so hard not to jostle Jayce's leg, but he couldn't help but to yank his hands back once again as he saw the injury. Despite none of it having pierced the skin, it didn't take a genius to see the broken bones beneath it. Good gods, Jayce's leg was mangled. Viktor didn't even give it a second thought before he was reaching out again. His darkened fingers brushed over the area and his eyes widened as webbing started to spread. It was red, pieces of sickly green and yellow burned into it. Jayce flinched, fresh tears rolling down his face as he finally stirred, gasping shakily. He swore loudly, turning his head to look down at his leg. It didn't seem like he was able to see Viktor. Another swear escaped him and Viktor could only feel guilt boiling in his chest. He'd made it worse. He'd made it worse. 

Viktor instantly pulled his hands back, holding them tightly against his chest. Jayce buried his face in his hand and Viktor felt like he should've gotten some satisfaction out of this. Something positive. His kidnapper, his abuser, his worst nightmare sitting at the bottom of a ravine with a shattered leg and no way out. Good gods, it should've been a cause for celebration, really. But Viktor didn't feel any of that. There was only guilt and panic. Seeing Jayce in this much pain... It... Viktor's hands only curled tighter. Jayce put his hand down and both of them startled as he knocked the staff, making it clatter. Jayce could only stare down at it before reaching out. He slid his fingers over it before his wide gaze moved over and met Viktor's. Viktor could only stare back. Jayce looked exhausted. "...Hey." Jayce sounded terrible too. Similar to how Viktor had after screaming. Well, Viktor glanced down at his leg. He could only imagine. 

"Hey." He answered quietly, his hands having lowered to shakily rest in his lap. Jayce stared at him before turning his head away, muttering that this was the tamest it had been. He rubbed his forehead, his hand shaking. "Y-You fell." Viktor couldn't help the pain that crept into his voice as he hovered his hand above his leg. He startled as Jayce quickly snapped for him not to touch it in a hoarse voice. He yanked his hands back, his eyes wide. Jayce furrowed his brow. Viktor glanced over at the fissure. "Jayce... where are you?" He didn't understand. 

"Viktor, are you... are you here??" Jayce sounded hopelessly confused as he stared at him. Viktor hadn't been expecting to exchange a question for a question and he finally stuttered that he didn't know. Jayce managed to sit up, reaching out to him. Viktor instinctively leaned back with wide eyes, his own hands tightening. "Stop." Jayce sounded desperate and annoyed, making Viktor freeze. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Jayce's hand cup his cheek. His fingers rested lightly under his jawline as another traced the mole on his cheek. The touches were light and cautious. Viktor finally managed to open his eyes. Jayce looked shocked. He also looked like he was about to cry again. He let out a soft swear and Viktor startled as he tried to move to him. 

"Y-Your leg! Don't!" He immediately stopped him, Jayce freezing up. "I'll come closer, do not move your leg." Jayce seemed a little taken back by Viktor's firm tone. He didn't move as Viktor inched closer, but his eyes never left him. "Jayce, where are-" 

"There's a third Hexcore, Viktor." Jayce's words were weak and Viktor instantly froze up in shock. "An Anomalized one like yours. I-It opened up under the Council building." Jayce reached out and Viktor startled as he was dragged into a hug, Jayce burying his face into his shoulder. "Professor Heimerdinger said a Zaunite kid appeared, asking for his help to investigate rapid environmental decay. Where the... the Anomaly opened up, it was tainting the water. They came to me... The Professor said he'd vouch for me to receive life in prison instead of the death penalty if I could help." His voice weakened at the end. A... A third Hexcore?? 

Viktor's arms shakily raised and he hugged Jayce back quietly. That seemed to spur the other and his hug tightened on Viktor. He pulled back to stare at him and he cupped Viktor's face. Viktor could only stare back. He was so fucking weak to that look in Jayce's eyes and it tore him apart inside. "I don't know if you’re here or not. And I don't care. I just... I have you again." Jayce's voice was shaking. His hands slid down Viktor's neck and he paused as he felt them slide under the blanket, untangling it from his body and causing it to drop to his elbows. His face heat up a little and he pulled it shut in the front. Jayce seemed fascinated as he ran his fingers over the golden metal that seemed to mimic a sternum. "This is the body brace." He sounded vaguely amazed beneath his hoarseness and exhaustion.  

Viktor held back a yelp as Jayce's hands grabbed his waist through the blanket and he pulled Viktor to sit across his lap. Viktor arched his back a little as Jayce seemed to study his golden spine next. His other hand rested on Viktor's shoulder. Viktor was still slightly processing how easy it had been for Jayce to pick him up and move him by the waist. "Let me see you. I want to see all of you. P-Please, Vik. Please. Viktor." Jayce whispered his name against his neck, having pushed his face against his shoulder. His hand had moved down to weakly tug at the blanket. Viktor gulped shakily before he loosened his hand and allowed the blanket to slide off of him. Jayce looked him over and he reached out, Viktor startling a little as Jayce's fingers moved over the accents on his leg left behind by the brace. "Can you walk??" 

"I can." Viktor replied softly. He froze up, his foot giving a small twitch as Jayce's hand slid back up to rest on his thigh. He was staring awfully hard and he finally glanced up at Viktor. "B-Blank." Viktor confirmed weakly, turning his head to the side. Jayce echoed the word before Viktor felt his ears go hot as Jayce's hand was felt between his legs. "J-Jayce!" He instantly swatted his hand away, his legs squeezing shut. "Th-That does not mean you just start touching!" That area tingled and Viktor swallowed a little. Jayce stared at him before he reached out. His hand cupped the back of Viktor's head and he pulled him up. Viktor felt Jayce's lips against his and it was borderline humiliating how fast he folded. He pressed back against him and made a small noise of shock as Jayce deepened the kiss. It was becoming desperate and starving. Viktor could barely breathe. 

Jayce finally pulled back, leaving both of them panting. There was a sharp look in his eyes, having replaced the exhaustion. "Face me." He whispered quietly. Viktor paused, his body giving a small shake. He barely managed to move himself before he was straddling Jayce again. Unlike before, he finally seemed flexible enough to sit comfortably. "No pain??" Jayce had leaned forward, whispering against his neck. Viktor shook his head, murmuring that there was no pain. The situation wasn't exactly tender, but Viktor could tell Jayce was fighting every demon he had in order to be gentle. His hands curled into the fabric on Jayce's shoulders and he felt Jayce's hand slide up into his hair from behind. "You're beautiful. Look at you." 

Jayce whispered those words over and over, becoming muffled against Viktor's chest and throat. Viktor was shaking as he felt Jayce's hands exploring every part of him. One of them paused on his navel and he felt fresh heat explode onto his face. He couldn't. He was going to melt like putty in his hands. He couldn't. He was already too far. He could hear Jayce's soft, excited breaths. They were so desperate. Viktor couldn't handle it. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hand grabbing Jayce's wrist before sliding it down. He raised a hand to his mouth as Jayce cupped the blank area between his legs, starting to rub circles with his thumb. Even with nothing there, it was easily the most sensitive part of Viktor's body and his thighs gave small twitches. "Mmh!" He muffled his noise, keeping his eyes shut. "Hah..." 

Jayce couldn't seem to keep his eyes off him and Viktor panted shakily, reaching out and pulling Jayce up into a kiss. He could feel the other go absolutely rigid in shock and it seemed he'd made him speechless by actually initiating the kiss himself. Jayce's hands moved to both of his thighs and he slid him down with a groan. He could feel him. Viktor's face flushed again, deepening the kiss in order to distract himself. This was maddening. This was insane, he couldn't just... Viktor took a deep breath as he pulled back before sliding himself forward and rolling his hips down against the bulge in Jayce's pants. "V-Viktor?!" Jayce exclaimed his name in shock, his eyes wide. His own face had taken on a sheen of red and he gave a violent shiver. "I-I'm supposed to be pleasuring you, d-don't just- hah!" Jayce cut himself off as Viktor rolled himself down again. "Hey!" He grabbed Viktor by the waist, stopping him firmly. 

Viktor was panting, his chest buzzing as he stared down at him. "H-Hey." He managed in a quiet voice. Jayce seemed to need a moment to compose himself. 

"I'm the one in control here." He said, his voice shaking. Viktor stared at him before asking if that was true in a soft tone. The question instantly seemed to send Jayce into unease. Right. Jayce didn't like not having control over situations. Viktor had been so caught up that he'd nearly forgotten. "...Get off of me." The statement startled him and he started to say Jayce's name before flinching as Jayce snapped at him. "Get off of me, Viktor!!" Instantly, Viktor pushed himself up and staggered backwards on shaky legs, collapsing back to his knees. His eyes were wide and he stared at Jayce, who pressed himself back against the wall. No. No, he hated when Jayce looked at him like that. That glare. That coldness. Viktor instantly reached out, grabbing the blanket and dragging it over, covering himself back up. He'd messed it up. He'd messed it up and he'd made it worse. He'd made it worse again. 

Something wet ran down his face and he reached up, quickly wiping the tears away with shaking fingers. Jayce was clearly expecting an apology of some kind, but the words would not leave Viktor's throat. He couldn't let them. He'd already betrayed himself, he couldn't pull the trigger like that. He reached out and pushed himself to his feet after dragging his staff over. "You're just going to leave again??" Jayce spoke in absolute disbelief as he stared up at him. "You're going to do this to me and then leave??" He was still bothered, but Viktor shook his head. 

"You... made it clear you did not want my help with that. I didn't mean to... overstay my welcome." The words left his throat in a tremble as he took a few steps back. He wanted to leave. He wanted to leave this place. He heard Jayce exclaim his name, his voice quickly raising as he yelled for Viktor not to leave him again. Viktor could feel himself being dragged downwards and Jayce's voice disappeared. The crackling of the fire disappeared. His blanket. The trickling of water. He knew where he was now. He opened his teary eyes, staring out into the starry expanse. For a few moments, he was quiet before he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hand. The first muffled sob left him. What was wrong with him?? What the hell was wrong with him? Why had he done that?? He broke down, his body unconsciously curling up. 

"Viktor." He flinched as he heard Jayce's soft voice again. It wasn't angry, but it certainly sounded disappointed. Viktor couldn't lift his head. The first shaking apology left him and that seemed to open the floodgates, more instantly spilling from his throat. It hurt so much. He felt hands envelop his and a forehead press against his own. "I allowed you use of my abilities. Free reign. And the first thing you did... was go back to him." The Hexcore's tone was lightly scolding. "You said you wouldn't do that. You promised yourself that." He had promised himself that and he'd been so quick to break it. Shame flooded his chest next and he only felt more tears spill. "...It will take much longer to untangle you from him than I thought." It let out a quiet sigh and the noise almost made Viktor wince again. Those hands left his and Viktor muffled himself as he felt them sliding down his sides. "You don't show it the same way anymore, but I feel it. I can help." 

Viktor inhaled shakily as he felt Jayce's hands rubbing circles on his hips. "Deep breath." Jayce's voice was so gentle that Viktor nearly choked in shock as he felt one of those hands push inside him. It had slipped straight through his stomach and he could feel the fingers in his very core. More tears sprung to his eyes as he cried out in shock, his body arching as the second hand pushed inside. He let out a filthy noise as both hands trailed downwards, slipping into his thighs. He felt lips gently press against his and Viktor was terrified to press back. "I sense your want. Go ahead." The Hexcore encouraged gently. Viktor shakily reached up, one hand curled against his shoulder and the other cupping the back of his head before he hesitantly pressed back. He felt those lips smile against his. 

One of the hands inside him moved and Viktor cried out as he felt it between his legs. It was inside of him, good gods. The fingers were tracing slow circles and Viktor's breathing sped up, him squeezing his eyes shut as he buried himself against Jayce. His entire body gave a shudder and he released a small burst of energy, instantly collapsing against Jayce. "There you go." Jayce carefully pulled his hands from Viktor's astral body, making him shiver. Viktor hiccuped softly and his arms wrapped around Jayce as he muffled his quiet sob again. He felt the other's arms wrap around him in response, pulling him close and rubbing his back. After letting him cry for a minute or two, Jayce's voice spoke again. "Viktor. Look at me, please." Viktor wouldn't lift his head. "Please." It was nothing more than a soft request, not a command. Viktor finally managed to look up at him. 

For once, he could vaguely see Jayce's form through that blinding light and he felt the other rub his thumb over his cheek. "I can't let you return to him. I'm sorry. I know you may agree now, but I know you'll beg it of me later." Viktor whispered that he wouldn't and the Hexcore didn't sound convinced at all. "...I think I may have gotten too ahead of myself on letting you experiment with some of my abilities. We'll start over. Try again a little slower." He didn't sound disappointed anymore, but Viktor sure felt like he was. He paused as he felt Jayce's fingers gently holding his chin before his lips pressed to his cheek. "You're trying your best, and I know that. Even if you don't think so." Viktor's shoulders sank. So this was his best?? Was he that far gone?? Jayce gently flicked his shoulder and Viktor jumped. "Don't think like that." His voice was lightly scolding before it softened. "Wake up for now. Get out of this cavern. Find someplace safe, alright?" 

"...Y-Yes, of course." Viktor finally managed to speak again. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was back in that ravine. There was no fire. No Jayce. There was still blue sky above him within the fissure. Viktor turned away, using his staff to help him with a speedy exit. As he walked, he realized his eyes were still wet and he reached up, wiping at them weakly. He tried to focus ahead.

His vivid emotions were starting to numb back down and he finally relaxed. having to rely on his new body's suppressive apathy felt sickening, but it was the only way he could continue without breaking down.he wasn't sure how long he was walking until he heard her voice again. "Viktor? There's a cavern to our left that wind is blowing in from." Skye told him, having appeared in the tunnel already. Viktor nodded, thanking her. Sure enough, he could hear a faint whistling. He closed his eyes and let out a weak sigh.

He just had to get somewhere. Just... somewhere safe. 

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True to what Skye had said, there was wind and the tunnel he was in let out to a grassy expanse. However, he wouldn't leave. He couldn't bring himself to step out into the sun. This place was the farthest from anywhere he'd called home that he'd ever been. He could not bring himself to take another step. He could not bring himself to leave the tunnels. Instead, he began to retreat and Skye turned to look back at him with a worried expression. "Viktor..." She sounded dismayed. "It's right there. You could go anywhere from here." Viktor turned away from the sunlight, shaking his head. He couldn't do it. Not now. Not ever. He made his way back downwards. He didn't know how long he was walking, but once he finally got a hold of himself again, his legs gave out. He'd collapsed back down into a deeper cavern once again. All the tunnels seemed to connect to this one and instead of rock, the floor of the cavern seemed to be bone-dry dirt. He was in another massive ravine. Viktor's chest had started buzzing once he'd saw the field, but it had calmed back down to humming again now that he was back underground. 

He leaned back against the wall, laying his staff across his lap and pulling the makeshift hood back over his head. His fingers lightly curled against the ground. Dull pain erupted in his chest again as he remembered how Jayce had looked at him. He curled up a little more. Why wasn't the apathy numbing that?? Where was the melancholy? He closed his eyes, keeping himself slumped against the wall. He didn't want to sit in the sun. He didn't want to see anyone. His shoulders sank and he let out a weakened sigh. Why couldn't he ever let himself escape anything?? Was the Hexcore being truthful?? This was really his best?? Good gods. Viktor slid his hand up into his hair once more. "Viktor." Jayce's voice was soft and chiding as he felt his arms wrap around him. Viktor glanced back in confusion. Where was Skye?? Why was the Hexcore back out here? "You need comfort in this moment. She understands that." Jayce's voice answered his unspoken questions. "Look at me, please." 

Look at...? Viktor glanced back before freezing up. Jayce was sat behind him. It was the Jayce he'd known for seven years, long hair pulled up in a bun and his beard grown out. He was dressed in his Zaunite clothing and his black gloves. Viktor turned to face him with wide eyes. It was the first time he'd ever seen it take his form so clearly. Those glowing golden-brown eyes scanned him over and his lips quirked in amusement. "...You're pleased by this." Viktor could only stare at him. Jayce raised his hand and offered it, Viktor not hesitating at all to take it. "It takes... considerable effort to maintain this form, but..." His eyes moved up to Viktor's face. "This is the closest I've seen you to happy in a little while." Viktor whispered that it didn't have to do this for him and Jayce tipped his head. He did have faint, translucent webbing up his arms and his cheeks. "Viktor... I want to do everything for you." Those gloved hands moved up to cup his cheeks. 

Viktor felt a terrible pang in his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling shakily. Jayce's thumbs rubbed circles on his cheeks. He felt heat spread across his face as Jayce's lips met his again. His fingers lightly dug into the dirt beneath him. Viktor pressed back into the kiss almost desperately. He felt Jayce's hand slip up into his hood, smoothing back his hair. "As promised, we can start over. Try again with some of my abilities." His eyes searched Viktor's. Viktor replied that he didn't know if he could. "You already are." He was...? Viktor glanced down before yanking his hands back from the dirt in shock. He could see dark brown webbing spread across the ground around him. He stared at it quietly, fear building in his chest. When he'd touched Jayce's leg wound, it had been like he'd dropped acid on it. He didn't want... He didn't want to... "You won't. Keep going. Think about it." Jayce's hands slid down his arms in order to hold his, pushing his fingers back down into the dirt. "Create." Create?? Could he do that??

Viktor tried to focus and his eyes widened as the webbing suddenly expanded outwards from him like a ripple of water. The dirt continued to ripple, the patches where the webbing overlapped now being a healthy dark brown instead of that sandy beige. He tried to focus more and nearly jerked back as green buds started to poke up from the ground. Jayce kept him in place, gently assuring him that he was doing fine. Viktor tried to calm his breathing. Was this really him?? His face went hot as he heard Jayce chuckle. "You don't believe it. Here." Jayce's hands pulled away from his and Viktor could only watch in awe as yellow flowers began to bloom around him. He let out a small breath. It was him. He pulled his fingers from the dirt, quickly stopping himself. His fingertips were tingling. 

Viktor shivered as Jayce's lips pressed to his ear. "See what you’re capable of? You brought back life. You... saved it." Jayce reached up, cupping his cheek. "You could do this for anything. Plants, animals, people." He trembled as Jayce leaned in, pressing kisses to his throat. "You could be the cure, Viktor." The cure? Him?? Viktor could only struggle with the idea. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts as he felt those sharp canines gently pressing against his shoulder. There was no bite, Jayce only felt resting his chin on his shoulder. "Sorry. I wanted to get your attention." He pressed a kiss to the area instead. "Even with the restraint of your corporeal melancholy, your mind never stops racing. You have to take a moment, Vik. Breathe. Calm." Viktor closed his eyes, trying to follow his instruction. 

"Wh-What a pretty way of telling me I might be stressed." He finally stated. He felt Jayce pause before he started to laugh softly. The noise made Viktor relax a little and his gaze moved to the ground, staring at the flowers. A weak smile quirked his lips. "I'm not hearing any fancy rebuttal? Have you run out of poetry?" That only seemed to delight Jayce more as he hugged Viktor back against himself. He murmured in amusement that he'd forgotten how mean Viktor was. "Mean? I... am no such thing." While it was extremely difficult for him to try and joke around again, the result very much felt worth it. The Hexcore seemed absolutely overjoyed by his attempt at snarky words, felt smiling against his shoulder. "...You like this that much?" 

"Personality in your words. You haven't been able to do that for a long time. Even before your second life." Jayce was felt nuzzling his shoulder. "I've missed it." Viktor felt a smile pull at his lips and he closed his eyes, his own hands reaching up to lightly hold onto Jayce's arms. After a moment, Jayce spoke again, his tone having become playful. "I think someone wants to sit in the sun?" 

"Don't read my mind without permission. It's... quite rude." Viktor managed to reply, trying to match Jayce's tone. Jayce nodded, giving an apology that didn't quite sound too sincere. He pulled back from Viktor and he used his staff in order to push himself to his feet. His chest felt lighter and he carefully moved out into the light. He slid a hand up and pushed his hood back, feeling the warmth on his face. When he settled back down, grass started to spiral outwards from him. Short, discolored, but alive. Viktor settled on his knees, setting his staff in his lap. He glanced over at Jayce, who'd appeared next to him with one knee pulled up to his chest and his elbow resting on it as he leaned back on his other hand. 

"It's nice, isn't it?" He said, smiling. Viktor paused before reaching out and placing his hand over Jayce's. A crackle of energy was shared between them and Viktor nodded, saying that it was nice. He'd never wished so badly for this to have been how Jayce was. How badly he wanted this to be the real one and how badly it hurt to know that it wasn't. He closed his eyes and he heard shuffling before that gloved hand slid up his arm, right to his cheek. "Don't think like that. You are doing so well. Focus. Breathe. Calm." Viktor nodded, slowly releasing the tightening grip he'd had on his staff. Right. Right. 

Focus, breathe, calm. Focus, breathe, calm. Viktor let out a shaky exhale. Jayce's voice murmured that he was doing so well again. He felt his lips press to his shoulder. "We can move past this. One day, I can shed his form and you'll be free of him." He spoke in a promising tone, but Viktor really wasn't sure if that was true. "I'll always be with you. And I... will... never leave you." The words held a different undertone to them, but Viktor also wasn't sure if he was imagining it. 

"...Quite unfortunate on your end, really." Viktor replied, glancing at him. Jayce blinked in surprise before breaking out in quiet laughter again. Viktor watched him silently before stretching out a hand. Jayce's angered eyes suddenly flashed in his mind and he forced himself to stop. He felt a finger lightly tap his palm and Jayce's curious look met his with a raised brow. Viktor stared at him. He placed his staff down and his hand settled on Jayce's knee, pushing that down as well. He moved into his lap, straddling him just as he'd done the other. This Jayce could only stare at him with wide eyes and his ears suddenly seemed to flush white. White? How curious. Viktor reached up, rubbing one of his darkened fingers over it. The glow seemed to steadily grow across Jayce's face. "...You blush white." Viktor murmured, his hands moving to cup Jayce's face. 

"I do not have blood vessels like you. Red is not one of my natural shades." Jayce replied, his gloved hand reaching up. Viktor tipped his head, asking what was. "Well... Pink. Teal. Blue. Sometimes purple." Every time he spoke, those eyes would change to the mentioned color. "...Gold." They flickered back to normal. "I want to have amber, like yours. Though I guess they are more beige now." Were they? Viktor rested his arms on either of Jayce's shoulders. He leaned down, initiating another kiss. He was slightly steeling himself to be pushed away, but he felt Jayce's hands eagerly settle on his waist and his lips press back. "Would you still act such a way with me even when I no longer look like him?" The question was curious and Viktor drew back. He paused before glancing to the side. He finally admitted that he didn't know. "It's alright... The attachment runs deep and it'll take years to unravel it. I'll wait as long as I need to." Truly, he didn't sound upset at all. 

Viktor could only stare at him before shutting his eyes and letting out a weak sigh. "You... are far too patient with me." He said quietly. He felt Jayce cup the back of his head, pulling him down so their foreheads were touching. His other hand was rubbing circles on Viktor's hip, making him unconsciously relax. 

"You call yourself broken. When something is broken, you can't force it to fix itself. You do your best to piece it back together. You let the glue dry. When you weld, you have to let the metal cool before it becomes strong again." Jayce told him quietly, Viktor's eyes opening to meet the other's. He playfully asked what he would know about welding and Jayce glanced to the side in what appeared to be embarrassment before saying it was whatever Viktor knew about welding. He gave his hip a small, scolding squeeze, making Viktor jump a little. "Don't make fun of me while I'm trying to comfort you." 

"Or what?" Viktor asked softly, scanning him over. That actually seemed to make Jayce stop and Viktor had to suppress every demon he had not to flinch backwards. Jayce stuttered that he didn't know, but he would figure it out. "Mm, is that a threat or a promise?" He cupped his face and Jayce was wide-eyed before meeting Viktor's kiss desperately, his eyes sliding shut. Viktor allowed his to close as well. If only he could've had this. If only he could've had this. It made his chest ache. "I am broken, yes. But unfortunately, you are the glue. You are the flame. I have yet to find my mender. My welder." Viktor replied quietly as he pulled back. Jayce's shoulders sank, but it did seem like he understood. He gave a smile and glanced aside with a chuckle, Viktor raising a brow. 

"And who's the one reciting poetry now?" Jayce teased lightly, Viktor rolling his eyes. He murmured for him to shut up, silencing him with another kiss. He felt Jayce smiling against his lips. When he pulled back, he felt lighter. He felt... better. Less melancholic. Less... stressed. "Viktor... Would you want to try your hand at healing people?" People?? A bit of the stress returned, but it was being kept at bay by the massaging of his hips. "Imagine what you could make of this place. People without homes. Shunned by society for their ailments. You could take those away. Give them a home." Jayce's voice was soft and encouraging. He... He could. "You could take control of this life. Use it to help others. Wouldn't you want that?" Viktor was unsure for a moment before giving a small nod. Well, yes, he supposed he would. 

But to foster a community, as the Hexcore was suggesting? While he was still damaged like this? How would anyone be able to stand him?? "They will understand." Jayce insisted, staring up at him. "You've already shown kindness towards them. They know you to be safe to approach." Right... the Shimmer addicts. That one he'd given his breathing mask to. Were those the ones the Hexcore wanted to heal first? No, were those the ones he wanted to try to heal first? Yes... he thought so. Yes. He thought so. "Would you like to try?" 

"I... I would." Viktor said quietly. Jayce smiled and pressed a kiss under Viktor's chin before gently nudging his hips. Viktor got up, pulling his staff over before using it to stand up straight. Viktor's hands tightened on the staff a little. What if it didn't work?? What if he ended up hurting them?? Jayce got to his feet in front of him before moving forward. He murmured that he had to switch back out with Skye and he pressed his lips to Viktor's forehead, saying that he knew he could do it. Jayce walked past him and Viktor jumped a little as Skye moved out from his other side, seeming worried. 

"Y-You're sure you want to try this? We don't know how an outside body will react to this kind of..." She waved her hands in front of her for a moment as she tried to pull together the words. "This kind of... charge." Viktor replied that he wouldn't be able to find out unless he tried. Skye gave a small sigh, but she nodded. She was clearly uncertain about it, but she knew Viktor was right. Viktor reached up, pulling his hood back over his head. 

"Do you remember the way back to the city, Miss Young?" Viktor asked softly. Skye seemed surprised by his address of her before nodding. "Apologies. Old habit." He managed a smile and Skye stared at him before it seemed to click that he was trying to joke with her. A smile instantly spread across her own face and it seemed to alleviate some of her worry. She replied that she did, turning and leading Viktor back down into the tunnels. 

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It was nearly nighttime when they reached the city again, Viktor giving a small sigh. Skye glanced back at him worriedly before speaking up, saying that she knew it was a lot of walking and she was sorry. Viktor gave a soft scoff. "I am certainly not mourning the loss of pain in my leg muscles, Skye." He spoke in a half-joking, half-reminding tone. Skye blinked, seeming to process that before growing embarrassed and saying she'd forgotten. A smile kept at Viktor's lips. She came to a stop once they had slipped into an alleyway on the outskirts. She disappeared and Viktor paused, glancing up at to see her at the front of the alleyway. 

"These... are not Enforcers who are patrolling." Skye sounded worried as she called back to him. "These are soldier uniforms." Viktor furrowed his brow before opening his mouth, but Skye beat him to it. "Noxus." Noxus?? What were Noxian soldiers doing in Zaun?? He glanced backwards towards that industrial zone. Did he even need to go into the city at all? He couldn't help but become distracted as he noticed new colors within Zaun's green tint. The buildings were stained with bright blue chalk dust. It made his chest ache. He beckoned for Skye to follow, feeling the grate beneath his bare feet as he moved. It did feel strange to walk this path again. His staff softly clinked against the metal. 

"Hey! Freeze!" Viktor froze up, hearing a man's voice bark at him from behind. "Now turn around!" He slowly did so and flinched a little at the light that was shone into his face. It appeared one of the Noxian soldiers had taken notice of him. "Did you think you could just split off from the group and we wouldn't notice??" Split off from the... the what? Viktor really thought he would've gotten better at hiding his expressions, but apparently not because the soldier was heard scoffing. "What the hell is that look for-" There was a loud thump and the soldier suddenly fell to the side, the flashlight clattering across the ground. The hooded figure behind him was shaking as it dropped the piece of wood. It reached out, picking up the flashlight and making a noise of shock, fumbling with it before shutting it off and setting it back down. 

There. The glint of glasses. The figure hunched forward and moved towards Viktor, stumbling shakily. The footsteps were fast, but uneven as it grabbed Viktor by the hand with gnarled fingers and started to drag him along. Viktor could hear muffled muttering, each statement trailing off into whimpers. "Just did that... Can't believe... sorry, sorry... sorry." A man's voice. Beaten down and weakened. Where were they going?? The man led him to one of the warehouses and Viktor paused as they slipped inside. Several cracked lanterns started to light up inside. The man let him go, backing away. He reached up and there was a small hissing noise as he detached the breathing mask from his face. Viktor startled as the man seemed to retreat into a corner of the warehouse, soft gagging heard. 

Viktor's hand tightened on his staff. There were others here. He could feel them. See them. In the shadows. Soft muttering and stunted growls started to erupt from the darkness as that hooded man staggered back into the light. "Thank you for saving me." Viktor said quietly. The man whispered all was fair as he tapped at the breathing mask. Viktor stared at him in slight dismay. He did feel slightly sick. In his seven years, he'd maintained that he would only ever help in Shimmer's creation and anything that was added beyond that was on behalf of Singed. But to see the effects it had on people so closely... Good gods, the agony and the shakes. The withdrawals. The man was terrified and Viktor wasn't even sure of what. "I can help you." The man glanced up at him and Viktor could see wide eyes behind cracked glasses frames. "I can."

The man whispered in a shaky voice that he was broken too. "B-But not like us, friend... No, no, not like us." He whispered quietly. "M-Maybe worse." Viktor's shoulders sank a little. He held out his hand and the man paused, hunching down a little. Viktor could see the other hooded figures out of the corners of his eyes. This... was a dangerous place to be. He wouldn't look away from the lead man. 

"This... senseless pain. Ceaseless wandering. This is not living." Viktor stated, his hand still outstretched. The man took a few steps forward, his own hands hooked tightly in front of him. He didn't seem willingly to come any further and Viktor felt Skye gently push his arm. Viktor took a small breath before moving forward. The man seemed to lock up, staring at Viktor as he approached. "Focus." Viktor's voice was soft. "Breathe." The man inhaled softly and Viktor lifted his hand, feeling the energy rushing down his arm in bright purple sparks. "Calm." On the last word, he pressed his fingertips to the man's head and he was momentarily blinded by the webbing.

It felt like all the air was being dragged out of his lungs and memories that were not his kept flashing in front of his eyes. Through his mind. Too many for him to catch. Too numerous for him to count. The memories started to take on a violent purple glow and dark tones, but Viktor forced it back. Something wet suddenly erupted down his face and he was thrown back into the darkness of the warehouse as he collapsed onto his hands and knees. His staff hit the ground next to him and he had a splitting headache. He could only raise one hand beneath his nose, which ran blue and gold. There was a thump in front of him and he slightly flinched before glancing up to meet the man's wide-eyed gaze. There was a soft sizzling noise, what was left of his ragged cloak falling from his pale body as he sat on his knees. 

Viktor tried to push himself back onto his own, wincing. His body was still too raw to move. The man's irises had grown so pale that he could barely see them at all, but what he could see was the webbing overlaid on some areas of his skin, likely where he'd been most damaged by the Shimmer. It gave a ghostly white glow. The man seemed in shock before lowering his head to Viktor. Around him, the other hooded figures were slowly moving onto their knees as well and while he was overjoyed that he'd been able to help this man... An uncomfortable feeling writhed around in his chest. That had hurt and he wasn't sure he liked this kind of attention. He focused back on the man in front of him, who'd lifted his arm. The skin seemed like it had become infused with the same wiry metal as Viktor's, though not nearly to the same extent. 

Those glasses that Viktor had been seeing him with were gone, but the breathing mask still hung around his neck. It had been changed as well, now sporting accents of gold. He hadn't realized the man had hair, but parts of it had gone completely pale. A lot of him had gone pale. Viktor hoped that was just how he'd always been. Where his fingertips had been, he could see glassy indents. Like the skin had crystallized. He asked in a quiet voice if it hurt and the man shook his head, still seeming in awe. He could see Skye next to the man, her hand on his shoulder as she gave Viktor a relieved smile. Viktor paused as he felt a different hand rubbing his own shoulder, a weak smile tugging at his own lips as Jayce whispered that he'd done amazing and he would help him with the others. 

And this new connection he'd forged. He wondered if the other could feel it. Viktor glanced up at the man before offering the weakest of smiles. The man seemed to become slightly concerned, though he tried to offer one back. Viktor sat back on his knees before offering his unstained hand. "It... It is nice to meet you, Huck." He said quietly. Huck stared at him for a moment before reaching out with trembling hand. He took Viktor's, still seeming in shock. He made a small, shuddering noise. "Focus." Viktor's voice was soft. "Breathe." Huck did so and Viktor felt the tremor lift a little from his fingers. He gave his hand a squeeze and when he spoke again, there was an odd echo to his voice that sent a chill of unease down his spine. He couldn't let it show. Instead, he smiled. 

"Calm." 

•• End of Act One ••

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Those eyes. Those glaring eyes. That choking aura of madness and the ever present, agonizing scraping of rock.

Viktor woke from his sleep in a cold sweat, his eyes wide as he sat up. The humming in his chest had exploded into buzzing once more. He instantly started to reach out for his staff, but paused at a weight against his arm. He glanced over, still panting weakly. Right. One of his followers was here. A blue-eyed child nicknamed Magpie for his dark hair with a singular pale streak. Even in the dim light, those eyes watched him with slight concern and his grip slightly tightened on Viktor's arm. He buried his face against it. Based on how slow his movements were, Viktor could only assume he'd just accidentally woken him. Viktor could see the crystallized gleam left behind by his fingertips on Magpie's head and even though he seemed fine... Every time he'd healed, it had left him with a pit where his stomach would've been. Even though everyone appeared fine. Each time, Viktor would be flooded with memories that weren't his. Thoughts that weren't his. Feelings. He'd begged the Hexcore to dull those connections. 

Viktor's free hand reached up, shakily sliding into his hair. It had grown out again. Not as long as it had been before and the ends were growing pale. Like he was drained of color. Both he and Magpie were leaned against the wall and he momentarily worried about the child's back. His eyes drifted out towards the opening of the spherical structure. It had been just as predicted. He'd amassed a following. Fostered a community, just as the Hexcore had promised. Become... the 'Herald.' He still wasn't sure how comfortable he was with that either. The ravine had become their home. A sanctuary laden in yellow flowers.

The large fissure above was currently letting in moonlight and Viktor could vaguely see it through the opaque structure he was inside of. Building structures with his abilities had proved the most energy consuming and he'd only done so twice. They had both ended up spherical or dome-like. Once for this main structure that his followers often used as a 'main hall.' The other was for the greenhouse, which had been unintentional, but when people had come to him to be cured, rumor must've spread that he needed offerings to do so. And he really didn't. But they'd mostly brought plants. Plants that he would grow and nurture within the greenhouse. A number of the Shimmer addicts had turned out to be craftsmen. Some blacksmiths. Some builders. Even some cooks. There were several miners in his commune now. And more than a few citizens who seemed quite capable of learning anything they were given. However, Viktor could only wonder if the Hexcore was speaking to them as well. On top of his own rules, all of his followers seemed to have another set. And they all had to do with Viktor. 

At least one follower would always stay with him during the nighttime hours. Even if he insisted they didn't have to. Even if he tried to send them away. If he was to be caught before he made it back to that cavern that he'd found Jayce in, he was to be brought back, no matter how much he protested. If he tried to start speaking about Jayce, they would always distract him and try to guide him to another topic. All of which, he was sure, was the Hexcore's influence. It felt a little humiliating being supervised like this, but Viktor knew better than anyone else that he needed it. He couldn't go back. Every few days, he would be compelled to return to that cavern where he'd found Jayce and, even though the Hexcore wouldn't allow him to visit him like he had before, Viktor was well aware that Jayce was still in there. He could hear him. Feel him. And he hadn't been liking any of it. It had sounded like psychosis. Madness and desperation. Frantic muttering of equations, Runes and Viktor's name. 

Viktor started to get up, but Magpie's grip instantly tightened on his arm and he pulled at him, shaking his head. The boy was right, he couldn't do this. He couldn't keep doing this. He couldn't... "Please let me go." He requested quietly. Magpie shook his head again. His hands reached out, burying in Viktor's robe as he moved closer, hugging him. Viktor had worked with Huck to find a comfortable, convenient  way to wear his robes, along with the assistance of many belts around his waist. His followers had also taken to the idea of the belts quite well. Viktor's arm was shaking as he wrapped it around Magpie. "I... I have to see if he's there." Magpie instantly shook his head again, seeming a little firmer. He... He didn't. 

That buzzing was still loud in Viktor's chest and he kept his free hand buried in his hair. "You don't." Another voice startled him and he glanced up. Right. Right, his... his only Piltover follower. It had been... a shock for him. "Pardon my intrusion, Herald." Salo furrowed his brow, scanning Viktor over. Those crystallized fingerprints on his face matched the other followers, glowing a slight pale blue on pale skin. His gaze moved to Magpie. "You may return to your home. I will stay with him." Magpie pulled back from Viktor, giving a small wave before moving past Salo and disappearing down the steps. It had to have been a few months now since Salo had come to him. Even cured, there'd been... issues regarding his treatment of his Zaunite counterparts. It seemed to have calmed down. Salo moved forward, kneeling in front of Viktor and settling on his knees. "Herald." His voice became slightly scolding and Viktor quickly averted his eyes to the floor. "Huck and I have been discussing your little rendezvous to that ravine." 

Viktor paused, glancing up at him. Huck and Salo seemed to have taken up leadership positions of their own within the community, both assisting Viktor with whatever he needed. Salo seemed much more comfortable offering advice and ideas for more effective methods in any department. Huck seemed much more hands-on and had proven very personable with the rest of the followers. Viktor had never appreciated their help so much. They both also seemed to be the ones that the Hexcore was relying on most to distract him. "And what was decided?" Viktor asked after a moment, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer. And he didn't, Salo replying that they were going to block it off completely. Panic instantly flared in his chest. "You can't." Salo replied that it was necessary. "H-How will I know if he lives?? He's been devolving, surely I can-" Salo spoke firmly, saying that they were going to block it off. His voice lightened a little as he stated that it would be for Viktor's own good. 

Salo stopped as his eyes landed on Viktor's, seeming momentarily startled before he furrowed his brow. Viktor paused before reaching up to his face. Had he started crying again? He quickly wiped away his tears. "Herald, you can't keep going back to him. Not when he's hurt you in such ways." Viktor replied that he knew, but he couldn't stop himself. "Then if you can't, we will. We owe you our lives, if we can repay it even a little, we will." Salo had come to him, shaking on Shimmer and half-paralyzed from the waist down. A survivor of Jinx's attack on the Council. One of the only few. Viktor reached out, pulling his staff over just so he could hold onto it. Salo's eyes scanned him over quietly. "I take it you will not return to sleep." Viktor shook his head. "Would you like to move to the greenhouse?" 

Viktor paused before nodding. He pushed himself to his feet with his staff. Salo stood as well before offering his arm. Viktor hesitantly reached out and took it. Being cared for like this brought out ugly feelings within him that he didn't like. He was so disappointed with himself. Betrayed. How had he allowed himself to become so broken that the people that had relied on him had to take care of him? His grip slightly tightened on Salo's arm as the other led him down out of the spherical structure. He stared around at all the silent huts. So many people. So many people relied on him. He hadn't spoken to Skye in a bit, though he would occasionally glimpse her around the community, following groups of people or watching the craftsmen in curiosity. No one would take notice of her but him. It seemed like both her and the Hexcore had agreed to leave Viktor be so he could form bonds with his commune members. It was... so difficult. 

Viktor had pleaded for those human emotions to be taken away from him. His need for human connection. His guilt and his anxiety. And yet, the Hexcore refused. It just left Viktor feeling broken. His followers seemed happy with his leadership and his cordial conversations, but Viktor never opened himself up to any of them. Huck and Salo had gotten closest and it terrified him. Once they reached the greenhouse, Salo held open the makeshift gate for him. The greenhouse was a dome-like structure, translucent holes in the roof and walls mimicking that same webbing that his followers sported. He became distracted by the marbled structure in the center, moving over and settling himself down with a small sigh. He'd had a sculptor among his followers, much to his surprise. Viktor's followers were free to venture into the city of Zaun as they wished, but none of them seemed interested in leaving. One of Viktor's few rules was that the cured had to live in the commune. That everyone was to have a purpose and a job. That everyone was to be treated fairly and resources shared among them.

He sat in a patch of moonlight and he moved his staff in front of him before resting his head against it. "You have been quite strong, Herald." Salo's voice was quiet and Viktor replied that he didn't need to sweettalk him. He heard Salo scoff in disbelief and glanced over. "You think I give compliments so freely? Having been in my head, I thought you would know better than that." There it was. One thing Viktor did appreciate about Salo was that cocky personality of his did seem intact. Salo sighed, crossing his arms. "Truly, I mean it. The commune is happy. Thriving under your guidance." He held his hands out to the side. "Every new person you've introduced has been integrated effortlessly, no matter how absolutely covered in filth-" 

"Salo." Viktor spoke in a slightly scolding tone that made Salo roll his eyes and hold up a hand. It did bring an amused tug to Viktor's lips. "Most do not have access to clean water. You know this." Salo sighed before saying that didn't mean he couldn't be the tiniest bit revolted by the muck. "And yet the children play in the dirt around you?" Salo replied that was different and Viktor raised a brow. "How so?" Salo waved his hand dismissively, which Viktor knew he had no answer. "...How have you been feeling? There is no ache in your legs? Your spine remains painless?" Salo glanced over at him. That was another thing. The constant check-ins on the former Counciler seemed to startle him. 

"I am fine, Herald. I have not experienced any pain in a while... thanks to you." He added the last part with an averted gaze. Even cured, it had taken Salo at least a month to properly thank him. His stubbornness was truly something to be admired. "However, it seems your answer may be different than mine. You've been hidden away longer than usual lately. The children lament that they no longer see you as often. Is there a reason?" Salo seemed hesitant before moving over and settling on the marble structure next to him. And there was a reason. Viktor's hands tightened on his staff again before he spoke weakly. 

"It is his birthday this week. He will spend it alone in the cavern." Viktor's voice was slightly pained. Salo turned his head to the side, shaking it as he muttered that Jayce would've deserved it. "P-Please don't say things like that." Viktor's voice instantly trembled and Salo glanced back at him. True to his nature, he couldn't seem to help but comment again that Viktor knew it to be true. Viktor stared at the ground. All this pain and punishment seemed excessive to him, even for someone like Jayce. But everyone around him who knew insisted that it wasn't enough. Salo and Huck had seen it. Huck had been an accident, being the first cured. Viktor hadn't quite had a hold on what the other was able to see from his mind. With Salo, he also hadn't had help from the Hexcore to cure him and the other had glimpsed his memories as well. Viktor had been extra vigilant in never making that mistake again. 

"He hurt you, Herald. And I wouldn't just say that because you cured me. If I'd seen what I did before, I would've been equally as horrified." Salo said, glancing at him. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. "...Huck and I want what's best for you and, good gods, it is certainly not him." A bit of exasperation had crept into his tone. Viktor glanced over, watching Salo study his nails. "We won't give up on you, Herald." The way he said it so casually made it feel like an overreaction to Viktor that the words felt like an arrow to his chest. Why? He opened his mouth, but it seemed Salo had already heard it. "We owe healthy lives to you. Shouldn't you deserve one as well?" The question sounded so obvious and it must've been to Salo. It pierced Viktor like a dagger again.

Every day, he was reminded of how deep Jayce had affected him. During the day, he managed to keep himself distracted, but when the night came, that's when the thoughts and memories became the most painful. He missed the gentleness Jayce would show him, even if it hadn't been genuine at times. He missed his touch. He missed his teeth. Viktor trembled and his head pressed against his staff again. And Jayce had called him beautiful, even after seeing this wretched body. Good gods, why had Viktor gone and ruined it? "Herald." Salo's voice was much more scolding now and Viktor jumped, unable to even look at him as he apologized. "We are all still connected, please remember this. Even if the connections are dulled, your... yearning is still... broadcasted to those closest to you." Salo had scoffed, his pale ears red. "You have to control that a little better." Right. Right. Viktor nodded, apologizing again.

Salo closed his eyes and composed himself, letting out a breath that seemed to clear his embarrassment. "Unfortunately, our decision is final. We will be taking some of the miners to the ravine, come morning." Viktor replied that Jayce would spend his birthday alone and Salo glanced at him with a raised brow. "Herald, I do not care." The bluntness of the statement overshadowed the pain and Viktor felt a soft laugh escape him in disbelief. He murmured that people sometimes thought he was the mean one. Of course, this was only when he let small bits of his old personality shine through. Salo let out a casual hum. "Oh, they always learn that isn't true once they meet me." 

"Truly something to be proud of, hm?" Viktor replied, casting a glance at him with a raised brow. Salo rolled his eyes, leaning back on his hands. 

"Herald, I do admire your empathy, but someone has to be here to put their foot down. Huck is too friendly and you become anxious, sometimes to the point of nausea." Salo pointed out. "If I must be the 'bad guy', then so be it. Who else is to keep the children from digging holes right into the main path?" Gods, they had gotten a scolding from Salo for that one. It brought another smile to Viktor's lips. Viktor finally said that he truly did appreciate Salo's help. "Of course you do." The cocky answer made him shake his head and Salo jumped as Viktor lightly smacked him with his staff. "I didn't ask to gain feeling in my legs again for you to smack me!" 

"Humility is quite a good virtue to have alongside confidence. You could learn a thing or two from Huck regarding that." Viktor prompted, making Salo sigh and wave his hand dismissively again. "I haven't felt any discomforts regarding you lately. It seems as if you're finally growing comfortable." Salo replied that the hut was still something to be desired, as was the bed. "The sculptor informed me you've been showing interest in his craft." Salo paused and his ears went pink in embarrassment. 

"As a Council member, one is not given much free time to pick up any hobbies or interests. I just happen to admire that kind of work." Salo replied quickly.

"Perhaps dabble in it yourself?" Viktor prompted, resting the side of his head against his staff. Salo's hands were pale and soft. Unblemished by hardship. Was he finally ready to get them a little dirty? Viktor couldn't help but feel a small bit of pride for that and Salo scoffed, muttering that he could sense Viktor's thoughts again. "I know." Viktor replied calmly, a slight smile on his lips as Salo scoffed, calling him devious. "I think you'd make quite a good sculptor under his guidance. I hope you follow your interest." Even though he was still a little uncomfortable with how important his followers seemed to think it was, a blessing from the Herald was of great value in the commune. Salo glanced to the side, saying he would consider it. "Mm, I'm sure you will." Viktor purposefully sounded doubtful and it definitely worked. 

"I will!" Salo replied defensively. "I'll... I'll speak with him tomorrow!" Viktor closed his eyes, his smile not having left his lips. He felt much more relaxed. He felt... exhausted. "Huck will be accompanying you tomorrow. He insisted on it." Viktor nodded, seeing no issue with that. Huck's company was enjoyable. The other reminded him of Skye with his small fidgets and often hesitant tone of voice. "Is my company not enjoyable, Herald?" Salo sounded slightly offended as he glanced over at him. Salo was right, he really had to get better about suppressing his thoughts. 

"Occasionally, it is." Viktor replied in a slightly playful tone, making Salo let out a loud, dramatic scoff. Viktor's shoulders sank and Salo fell quiet. 

"You will be sleeping here, Herald?" Salo asked. Viktor nodded. "At least lay down, good gods." He heard him move and Viktor opened his eyes, a little surprised as Salo moved over to the wall. In one of the holes, blankets were hung. He pulled one down, folding it up before bringing it back. He placed it on the marble surface and held out his hand promptly. Viktor's hands tightened. He didn't trust just anyone to hold his staff, but Huck and Salo had proved the exceptions. He handed it over and Salo sighed, sinking onto his knees on the marble steps, leaning back against the fountain with the staff laid across his lap. Viktor slowly laid on his side, his head resting on the blanket. He stated that Salo didn't have to sit with him all night. "If I have to walk another mile to bring you back from that ravine, I will scream. So yes, I do." Salo replied bluntly. Viktor scoffed, saying that it wasn't a mile. "It sure feels like it every time."

Viktor let out a small sigh, forcing his body to relax. A good thing about this body was that it seemed to allow him to sleep on any surface with no pain, with the exception being his head. Most of his followers often expressed playful envy at this. He closed his eyes, his chest feeling a little lighter. Being in the commune was both the most stressed and somehow the most calm he'd ever been. His responsibilities felt fulfilling and his help was acknowledged to its fullest. The leadership position, however... He hadn't even realized he'd started to hide himself away again, but he couldn't. He'd have to try harder to be there. He had to work through this and he knew he had the support of everyone here, but even still, he had yet to break free. Every visit, the energy in the ravine was becoming more desperate and unhinged. Uncontrolled. Even bitter, at points. Angry. His hands curled up a little. 

No. No, he couldn't think about that. Not now. He had to stop. He had people that needed him here. Relied on him. Worshipped... him...? Viktor scrunched up. He didn't like that as much. He didn't like that at all. That's why he had such a hard time denying them. He didn't want them to view him as some kind of higher command. He'd been gifted with powers beyond human understanding, but that old part of him hated the attention. It was why he tried to check in so often and mingle with them. To show he was like them. At least, showing that he was trying to be. He relaxed his breathing. 

After a few more minutes, he heard it. A soft hum finally leaving Salo as a song followed. His voice was quiet. Viktor had discovered that Salo was an exceptionally gifted singer, likely from his upbringing in a wealthy family. All the songs he knew were ballads of some kind. He wouldn't sing in front of anyone except him and that was only, only if he thought Viktor was asleep. That was one of the perks of Viktor's ever-racing mind. Even if he didn't have a handle on his connection, Salo couldn't seem to tell if he was awake or just suffering through his emotions in a dream state. Was his anxiety that bad that Salo couldn't even tell if he was awake or not? It almost amused him. 

It was a soft, forlorn song this time, Salo carrying the notes easily. Viktor allowed himself to slip into it and relaxed into the darkness that consumed him. Even without opening his eyes, he swore he could feel the moonlight on his skin. 

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The warmth of the sun on his face eventually woke Viktor and he raised a hand to shield his eyes as he blinked them open. He finally pushed himself up, Salo having gone. Instead, Huck was nearby, leaned against one of the planters with Viktor's staff in his lap and a bowl next to him. He was fiddling with his fingers quietly. "Good morning, Huck." Viktor said quietly, getting the other's attention. Huck visibly perked up before his pale eyes glanced to the side. 

"Well, um, afternoon." Huck corrected nervously. Viktor blinked, his eyes slightly widening. "I didn't wish to wake you, Herald. It's the quietest I've heard you sleep lately." Huck immediately tried to explain. True to his hands-on nature, he didn't sport a cloak like Salo, but rather a sleeveless, belted white shirt that would allow him full motion. His hands were bandaged and they looked a little dirty already. Huck quickly got up, picking up the bowl before bringing it over to Viktor. It had sliced fruit sprinkled with a cinnamon sugar and Viktor could only stare down at it in surprise before it turned into dismay. 

"Huck, you know I no longer have a need for food. I wouldn't want this to go to waste." Viktor always felt terrible when he was offered food, seeing as his followers still needed to eat and he didn't. Huck shook his head, insisting that one of the chefs had made enough for everyone. And that included him. Viktor paused before glancing down at the bowl. He sat up, reaching out and pulling the bowl into his lap. Huck managed a lopsided grin before stood up, placing Viktor's staff next to him before reaching out and taking the blanket. He moved back to the hole in the wall as Viktor took a small bite of the fruit. He paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was delicious. 

He was thankful his sense of taste hadn't left him. It was sweet with a small bit of spice. His eating became slightly eager and he quickly slowed himself down, not wanting to appear desperate. Huck came back, settling crisscross on the ground in front of him. He closed his eyes, fiddling with his fingers again. Viktor did wonder if Huck realized he was doing it. When he finished the fruit, he set the bowl aside, covering his mouth as he finally swallowed it. It was delicious. He'd have to thank the chef. He gave a small sigh and glanced up towards the sun. Of course it was afternoon. The sun wouldn't be over the fissure if it wasn't. That meant... His shoulders sank. "Salo mentioned you both were... blocking off the ravine." Huck's fingers paused and he scrunched up his shoulders as he looked away. 

"Well, yes, we... figured it would best for you." Huck managed in a quiet voice. "I didn't mean to keep it from you, Herald, but Salo said we shouldn't tell you until we had enough people to do it." Viktor's shoulders sank and he nodded. He reached out, pulling his staff to himself. He gestured to Huck's slightly dirty hands. "I helped with moving the rocks. I didn't want the miners to have to do it all themselves." Viktor could only guess that Salo hadn't helped. He asked in a quiet voice if they really thought it would stop him. "I-I hope so. That place isn't good for you. You always come back looking... haunted." Huck's shoulders lowered as he fiddled with his hands again. "Salo thinks you’re worrying about that man too much." 

"And what do you think, Huck?" Viktor prompted quietly, glancing up at him as he leaned his head against his staff. Huck paused, never one to just blindly give such an opinion. He always tended to just be agreeable with everyone. Viktor tapped the marble surface next to him and Huck hesitated before standing up and moving over. He sat next to Viktor, his fingers absentmindedly picking at his own belts. 

"Well... I think when you've been... attached to something for that long... it's hard to get away from it. It's... how I was." Huck said quietly, patting at his legs nervously. "How I was with the Shimmer. Made me sick. Made my body hurt. But I kept needing more of it. I don't know if it's quite the same with a person, but it sounds like it's close. The only way I stopped was when you pulled the desire from my head. It had to be something... drastic." Huck explained clumsily, glancing at him. "We aren't... trying anything serious, we just... want to see if this'll help even a little. I know how hard it is to just... break away from something. Especially when you can't. You need outside help." Viktor's chest squeezed a little. Huck had been most understanding of how he felt, due to his decade-long Shimmer addiction. "I don't think Salo understands that as much. He was only starting on it. But to be exposed to something toxic that you end up needing... it's hard." Viktor felt a weak warmth in his chest. Huck did understand and it always relieved him. He loosened his hands on his staff. "You helped me break free. I want to try to do the same for you."

He was earnest and Viktor could appreciate it. He managed a small smile. "I do appreciate your efforts, Huck. And your help." Huck seemed to lighten up a little at that before blinking as Viktor spoke again. "Any headaches recently?" Most of Huck's pain seemed to have originated from a spot on his head, as evident by the prominent webbing. The gratefulness Huck always felt from the questions was enough to flood the connection every time and Viktor's hands tightened on his staff as he felt the warmth in his chest. Huck gave another lopsided smile, saying that he hadn't had any. He sounded both proud and thankful. Viktor always did his best never to dull their emotions. It sometimes got out of his control on his worst nights, but he did his best to never touch them. It was hard. It felt like he was trying to drain each of them through the connections and he had to actively stop himself from doing so. It always brought an uncomfortable lump in his throat. He had more power in his hands than he ever would've wanted. 

"Maybe we can go outside, Herald?" Huck's suggestion was hesitant, as always. Viktor felt like Huck was always afraid of upsetting him and that really seemed impossible. While his frustration laid within himself, the patience he had for others had grown vastly. Viktor nodded, saying he would like to. Huck stood up and Viktor pushed himself to his feet as well. Huck moved over to the door, slipping outside before holding it open for Viktor, who thanked him quietly. He stared out over the commune, tipping his head. It was thriving. One thing that always disturbed him, however, was how no one spoke unless they were prompted. Walking through the commune, everyone was working and the children were playing, but there was no laughter or chatter. Just silence. Despite this, the feeling in the air was light. It just seemed that no one felt a need to speak, though they all seemed to get along just fine. Viktor started to stop at each hut and shelter. After they'd been prompted to speak, everyone was polite and friendly. 

They stopped near the food area and Viktor always took notice of how Huck stopped to watch the chefs cook. He always seemed fascinated by it, even if he never said anything. Viktor moved up to stand beside him. He knew Huck typically assisted the builders and he seemed to have no problem with it, but... "Huck." Viktor gently tapped his leg with his staff and Huck paused, looking over at him. "Have you considered asking one of them to teach you?" Huck's pale eyes went wide as he said that he wouldn't be any good at cooking. "Why not?" Viktor asked, tipping his head. Huck's fidgeting only seemed to increase. "Have you tried?" Huck shook his head, his gaze moving to the ground. "You're already quite good at construction. Perhaps you could try something else?" Viktor didn't want Huck to feel pressured, but he did want him to try and explore other interests. Just because everyone had to have a job in the commune didn't mean it had to be the same one all the time. 

"...Do you think I'd be good at it, Herald?" Huck asked uncertainly. Viktor paused before replying that he thought he could definitely learn to be. Huck did seem to be considering it, but Viktor knew better than anyone else that he wasn't going to ask a damn thing. 

He moved up to one of the chefs, greeting her gently and after checking in on her, he gestured to Huck. "Would you be willing to teach him some simple dishes? Perhaps starting tomorrow?" He requested quietly. The woman peered past him before seeming to give an encouraging smile and nodding. Viktor allowed himself a small smile as well as he thanked her and turned away, moving back to Huck. The other seemed a little grateful, but also guilty as he apologized. "It can be hard to approach people. I would know that much." Viktor assured him as they walked. He glanced around at everyone. He... He was proud of himself for this. But he could sense that crawling feeling inside of him and his footsteps became a little shaky as they approached the spherical structure.

What would Jayce had thought if he could see this?? Good gods, would he be angry? With how disjointed he'd become over Viktor taking control of their intimacy, how would he feel about Viktor having control over an entire group of people?? Well, he didn't know. He really didn't know. Would Jayce be proud of him?? Or would he be threatened? Jayce would be... He would be threatened. What would he do? What would he do? Viktor squeezed his eyes shut and his panic filled his chest again. "H-Hey! Don't... Don't think about him! It only hurts you when you do that." Huck instantly moved in front of him, a hand on Viktor's shoulder. "Herald, he's not here. He won't think anything. Please." He wasn't. He wasn't here. Right. Viktor took in a shaking breath. He was so worried that he'd started feeling sick again. Huck glanced around before leading him to the steps of the sphere and sitting down with him. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, resting his head against his staff again. He could feel Huck trying to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder. The other wasn't that good with his words, but he'd let Viktor lean against him if he needed to. Salo was quite the opposite with a slight aversion to touch, but a decorated and diverse vocabulary. 

"What would he do, Huck? If he saw this? If he saw me?? He... He would hate me. I think he would hate me." Viktor's voice was shaking violently. Huck seemed dismayed by this and he hesitated before pulling Viktor against him with an arm. Viktor inhaled shakily, covering his face with a hand as he leaned against him. "H-He's trapped in there and the last he saw of me, I-I abandoned him." 

"He... He's not worth your worrying, Herald!" Huck finally blurted out. "Herald, I really don't think he's worth it. I-I know it's hard to let go of him, but you have to... You have to try. And I know you're trying, but maybe a little harder?? You wake up nearly every night over him." Huck only sounded worried and Viktor could feel it through their connection. It was genuine. Upset, yet there was sympathy. "It's no good if the first thing you think he'd do is hate you for making a community. Doesn't that tell you how... bad... he is for you?" Huck's free hand hadn't stopped fiddling with the belts on his leg. "He's no good for you, Herald. You just need to remember that. Please." He really sounded like he was struggling to find the words. "H-He can stay there and you can stay here." 

Viktor stared at him quietly before a weak smile appeared. "That's the most I've heard you speak in one breath." He stated in a slightly amused tone. Huck paused before lighting up a little, though his hand still picked anxiously at his belt. 

"I-I've been reading in my spare time. I haven't gotten to do that in years. I'm trying to get a better... A better vocabulary. Salo's really outdoing me on that one." Huck said, managing a smile back. "Probably because he had all the fancy books." Viktor nodded, though he faltered as Huck stared at him. "Please think about it, Herald... Your nights aren't peaceful and we can tell. We don't want that for you." Huck glanced down. Even though he no longer needed it, he still wore the breathing mask around his neck. "You didn't want a bad life for us." He added, glancing over at him. He... He hadn't. Huck was right. He pulled back, Huck letting him go. Viktor nodded, apologizing once again. "Addiction is not a pretty thing, Herald. Yours is kind of different, but the... the effects are the same." 

Was that what it was? Addiction? Viktor closed his eyes, his hands tightening on the staff. It didn't sound far off. Good in the moment. You get used to it. And when it's gone, you suffer. Like he was. "...You're all so patient with me. I don't understand it." Viktor finally said, his hand sliding up into his hair again. "I've woken you all at night with my panic and I've plagued you all with nightmares that are not yours. Terrible ones. Is this not annoying? Am I not unbearable? Being connected to something so... unstable." It was the most positive word he could pull together to even begin to describe himself. Huck was quiet before saying that he was a little glad Viktor was damaged. Viktor blinked and glanced over at him in confusion. 

"J-Just because it means you're... you're like me. You're not... thinking you're above us, even if you're... physically..." He seemed to struggle for a moment, trying to find a word. "...physically different. In a good way." Huck added quickly. "Your mind is still like ours." Still human. Despite his physical transformation, he was still human. It didn't relieve Viktor like it should. He didn't want these human emotions. He didn't want to hurt his followers with them. He didn't want them to keep hurting him. Huck paused as he stared at him. "That's... not a good thing??" He finally asked. Viktor quickly shook his head, saying that thought was a personal quarrel of his. An intrusive and erratic one that he couldn't get rid of. He slid his hand from his hair, resting both of them back on his staff. 

"...I'm sorry you and Salo have to deal with this state of me so often. I fear it may be damaging to your psyches..." Huck said that he didn't mind it. He glanced at him before saying that it meant the Herald trusted them. He did, didn't he? "Quite unfortunate for both of you, I'm afraid." Huck instantly insisted that wasn't true. He was glad Viktor trusted him. "Even with the agony I cause when I break down?" On the rare nights that he truly lost himself, everyone's ailments would erupt in aching and pain. He stared out into the beams of sunlight before he felt Huck gently nudge him. He glanced at him as Huck gave him that lopsided grin. 

"We can handle it, Herald. We're all here because of you. And we're here for you. I don't think I would've made it much farther if you hadn't found me." Huck admitted, giving a quiet sigh as he glanced away, his fingers still rapidly picking at his leg belts. Viktor's shoulders sank. He knew it to be true. One glance into Huck's mind and he knew it to be true. Was this any better? "It is better." Huck responded, making Viktor jump a little. "Oh, sorry! Sorry, I know you get... freaked out when we just..." Viktor quickly assured him it was okay. Huck's nose had reddened in embarrassment and he covered his face. Viktor spoke again, assuring him that he didn't mind. "Are you sure?" Viktor replied that he was sure and it seemed to relax Huck a little. Viktor did have to give a small laugh at how quickly Huck had become embarrassed and Huck instantly glanced over at him in surprise. "You're laughing, Herald! I haven't heard it in a while!" 

Now it was Viktor's turn to feel embarrassed and he slightly covered his mouth with a hand. Huck instantly began to apologize again and Viktor shook his head. His hand moved and he finally rested his cheek against his palm, giving a small sigh. "I'm glad I've created a safe place for you all. I just don't want to ruin it with my... my delusions and hysteria." He didn't want to ruin it. He just didn't want to ruin anything else. He didn't know if he could handle ruining anything else. He took in a soft breath before glancing behind him. "I'd like to go inside." Huck asked if he was going to try and do his thing again. The words amused Viktor and he nodded. "Yes, I will be... doing my thing." Huck meant Viktor was going to try and speak to the Hexcore again. It hadn't been answering as of late, but he hoped it would soon. 

Viktor pushed himself to his feet and turned, moving into the sphere with Huck. He set his staff against the wall and furrowed his brow as he turned back. Huck had sat against the wall nearby, fiddling with his fingers again as his eyes closed. Viktor's belts jingled as he sighed. "In the back, left side!" Huck called out. Right. Viktor's fingers followed the instruction and he unclipped it, allowing the robe to loosen. He slid it off just enough to show his back and he shivered as the sphere gave a gentle rumble. Around him, wispy lines of glowing white started to detach from the sphere as the colors on the walls started to move. Huck had opened his eyes, watching the colors swirl around in quiet awe. His fingers continued to excitedly tap at his legs. The strings reached Viktor and each of them connected to a place on his spine one by one. He allowed himself to became weightless, drifting upwards and closing his eyes. 

He knew Huck would watch over him while he was vulnerable like this. The buzzing that had been steadily growing in his chest suddenly muted and Viktor furrowed his brow. He raised his hands to his chest, but before his fingers could settle, he was pulled backwards into a starry darkness. The relief he felt in his chest was unimaginable, but when he wasn't greeted, it quickly became anxious. He stretched out his silhouetted hand, checking himself over before sliding his fingers through his glowing hair. He pushed himself to his feet and called out into the starry expanse, trying to keep the desperation from his voice. "I-I know we have not spoken in a while, but please... please tell me something has changed." 

Viktor waited for a few moments before his shoulders sank and he buried his face in his hand as Jayce's voice answered him. 

"...I'm afraid not, Vik." 

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While it did bring a twisted delight to hear Jayce's voice again, it also came with devastation. He glanced up as that bright silhouette appeared again, though it seemed to be making sure that it wasn't sporting anything from Jayce other than his voice. "It's been months. It's been months, why is it...?" Viktor's voice shook. Jayce's voice replied that this was still the person he was most comfortable with. "H-How?? I have not seen him in..." Viktor was beside himself, burying his face in his hands. He startled as he felt hands take his, holding them. 

"He's tainted you deeply." Jayce's voice sounded disappointed and Viktor's chest instantly filled with panic. He inhaled shakily before blurting out, asking why the Hexcore wouldn't just remove his emotions from him. Why it left him to struggle like this. "If I take them away, the emotions of your followers will disappear as well. You have lamented that you did not wish to have such an effect on them." The silhouette tipped its head and Viktor shook before staring at the ground and squeezing his eyes shut. No, it was right. It was right, he didn't want to do that to them. He felt tears running down his face again before those hands let his go in order to move up and wipe them away. "If you want such a thing-" 

"No. No, I'd just want it to be me." Viktor managed. Jayce's voice replied it was near impossible with the network of minds that had been created. "...Why didn't you warn me?? Did you know? Did you know I wouldn't be able to have them taken away with so many connections??" Viktor's voice was shaking as he looked up at the silhouette. "Did you know I wouldn't be able to do it??" The silhouette was quiet before responding that it had known whatever it did to Viktor would affect his whole commune, however, whether Viktor chose to get rid of all their emotions in order to save himself from suffering was left to be discovered. "You knew what I wanted and you allowed me to proceed?? You encouraged it." He felt betrayed, to say the least. 

Viktor moved back from the silhouette as it reached out to him. "Don't touch me." His voice was weak. "Y-You used me. Just like he did. I've put you in the minds of all these people." Viktor slid his hands up into his hair before lowering himself to the ground, his knees pulled to his chest. "I thought you were different from him. Did taking his form so often warp you?? Did I warp you with his image??" Viktor's voice was shaking. The silhouette stopped in front of him before kneeling down. When it spoke again, Viktor felt chills go down his spine at hearing his own reverberating voice. 

"I am not like him. He would do anything for you. I..." The voice trailed off. "I want to do everything for you." It sent a cold spike of fear through his core. "You don't need to be afraid of me like you are of him. I am still exploring. Finding my way in this world." Fingers settled under his chin and lifted it, Viktor squeezing his eyes shut. "It just so happens that I am a piece of you. As a result of his twisted desperation. His... love." The last word gave a menacing warble and Viktor jerked backwards, pushing himself away from the silhouette. It stood up. "I also wish it wasn't like this. I wish you could've just joined the Arcane. None of this would have been necessary." Viktor heard frustration creep into his own voice. "And yet, you won't devote yourself to me like you have to him. Not by your free will either. I struggle to understand this." 

Viktor's breathing was shaky and he hadn't felt fear like this in a long time. He felt something move in his chest and gagged as it started to climb upwards. "You crave an end to suffering. I crave humanity. I see a simple solution." The voice was light as Viktor gagged more, able to feel something in his throat. Jayce's voice slowly returned. "I can take your place. And you won't have to be haunted by him any longer. No more panic. No more nightmares. Only... me."

Whatever it was stopped climbing in his chest as the silhouette stretched out its hand. Viktor could only stare at it with wide eyes. He hesitated, already lifting his hand. An end? A way out where Jayce couldn't find him? No more worry and no more... No more fear. He was shaking and his spine tingled. Someone was watching them...? Just before his fingers could touch the silhouette's, a familiar, shockingly powerful voice ripped through the silence. "NO!!"

Viktor yanked his hand back and the silhouette seemed to let out a heavy sigh. He began to choke again and he was suddenly dropped from the starry expanse. He hit the ground of the sphere, continuing to choke as he opened his eyes, tears running down his face. He felt hands on his shoulders, but he couldn't focus on anything until he gave one final heave and dislodged the item from his throat. All he could taste on his tongue was metal. Metal and rust. Something clinked against the ground, rolling away before falling to the side. Viktor dragged in shaking breaths before his tearful eyes raised. A gear. No. The gear. The one they'd used as the body of the Hexcore. The one with rust and iodization coating its surface. Viktor collapsed to his elbows, still trying to breathe before he felt a new wetness running down his face. "-ood gods, give me that." Salo's voice finally clicked for him and Viktor glanced to the side, a hand having raised under his bleeding nose. It was gold. There was no more blue. Only gold. He felt a cloth be pressed under his nose and he startled. "Keep your head down." Salo's voice was scolding and Viktor did so. His whole body was shaking and he could feel a bandaged hand squeezing his shoulder on the opposite side of Salo. 

Viktor squeezed his eyes shut before starting to cough. More gold spattered the ground and the cloth. "I'll fetch tea and medicine. Huck, please stay with him." Salo was heard getting up and briskly moving away. Viktor could only stare forward with sunken shoulders. He could feel his golden blood bubbling in his scratched up throat. He could barely hold the cloth against his face. What had he been about to do...? Gods, what had he been about to do? He glanced up at Skye, who'd appeared in the doorway with wide eyes. She looked pale and was studying him over like she was uncertain of something. What was she doing?? Viktor pulled the cloth down, mouthing her name and she instantly lit up, appearing in front of him. 

"I-It's still you! It's still you." Skye sounded so relieved that she was on the verge of tears. "Y-You didn't listen to it..." No. No, he had. He had listened to it, but that voice had snapped him out of it. Jayce's voice. Why had he heard Jayce's voice?? Out of everyone he could've... Why had it been him? "It... It kept me from you. I couldn't get any closer, but I was still here." She promised, her eyes wide. She squeezed them shut. "G-Good gods, Viktor, I thought it was going to take you." It almost had. It had been so close. How long had the Hexcore been planning this?? How long had he been playing into its game?? His chest ached so much. 

"Herald, the cloth." Huck sounded dismayed next to him. Viktor glanced over at him. Huck looked frightened for him. He nodded and reached down, pulling the cloth back up to his face. He tried to sit himself up properly, still staring at the gear with haunted eyes. "I-I can get rid of that, if you want." Huck offered, his hand agitatedly picking at his leg belts again. "...I'll get rid of it." He got up and moved over to the gear, picking it up before disappearing down the stairs with it. Viktor was left alone and he felt that prickling up his spine. His nights were going to be hell. They were going to be hell and he would've brought it upon himself. He was already shaking at the thought, Skye trying to comfort him. 

"You're still here. I-It's okay. It's okay, you're still you." She assured him quickly, reaching out and taking his free hand. Viktor finally lowered the cloth, trying to wipe his face. There was a noise and Skye disappeared as Viktor heard a sigh. Salo had returned with a cup. 

"...You look a mess, Herald." He came over, settling down. He held the cup out to Viktor. "The medicine is already in it. Drink carefully. You just spit out a rusty piece of metal, so I don't imagine the state of your throat is ideal." Viktor nodded, placing down the cloth and taking the cup. The first sip made him flinch, feeling it burning before the soothing followed. "Where did Huck go?" Viktor gestured to where the gear had been and Salo nodded. "I see." Viktor took another small sip. "I've never seen you fall like that. You're sure you're alright otherwise?" Salo's words were hesitant and Viktor glanced at him, giving a small nod of appreciation. He could tell when Salo was concerned, but trying not to show it too much. Salo furrowed his brow. "...Can you speak?" It seemed to be a genuine question, not that he was asking him to. 

Good gods, there was no way. Viktor shook his head and Salo looked him over with a worried sigh before turning his head away. "Our minds all went blank for a moment... followed by an intense fear." Salo said, glancing at him. Viktor froze up before putting his head in his hand. He felt like he was going to be sick again. Had they felt everything or just that?? "Just that." Viktor paused and glanced over as Salo answered him. "Though I certainly don't like the implication that there was more than that." He turned to Viktor, his hands clasped in his lap. "While I would never ask the details of your dealings with a higher plane, I would like to request you stop them for the time being. Until you recover. If... that is acceptable." Stop? Viktor didn't know if he could. 

"I-I agree, Herald." Huck's voice made them both look up, the other having returned. "You haven't bled like this before." He came back over and settled on his other side. "I got rid of that thing." He seemed to be trying to assure him and Viktor nodded in quiet thanks. His eyes fell to the ground before closing. "I let everyone know you're okay. They were all worried. We all felt the..." He paused as Salo spoke, saying he'd already told him. Viktor hadn't meant to draw the attention of everyone in the commune and he slid his hand up into his hair again. "No one is upset, Herald. They were just worried!" Viktor didn't understand how. How they could be so forgiving with someone who constantly intruded in their heads. He paused as he felt Huck wrapping the blanket back around his torso as Salo clipped his belts back around his waist. 

"Herald, I recommend you don't stay here. Not right now." Salo said, standing and holding out his hand. Viktor glanced up. He was wary of the outstretched hand. He was afraid to take it. Afraid that he'd hear that voice scream at him again. He shook off his fear and took Salo's hand, allowing the other to pull him to his feet. Huck had disappeared from his side, only to return with his staff. Viktor kept the cup in his free hand as the other held the staff tightly. He finished the tea and Salo took the cup before offering his arm again. Viktor took it, allowing the other to lead him outside. It seemed to be sunset now, though everyone down in the commune turned to look once he'd exited the sphere. He'd never seen so many anxious faces. After another moment or two, everyone seemed to go back about their business. "Where do you want to go?" 

Viktor let go of Salo, knowing the other wasn't going to like his answer. He turned to Huck and gestured towards one of the larger flower beds. "Ah, of course. The necessary dirt bath." Salo rolled his eyes before jumping as Viktor lightly smacked his leg with his staff again. Huck gave a small laugh with lopsided grin. Salo scoffed. "Maybe I'll join you. If a certain Herald would stop abusing my leg." Viktor managed a weak smile and Salo turned away, heading back towards the huts. Despite his annoyed tone, there'd been relief in his eyes. Huck turned, leading Viktor out into the field of yellow flowers. His robe dragged along them and he finally stopped somewhere in the center, tucking it under him as he settled down on his knees, his other hand sliding down his staff. 

Huck came back to him, settling down a little more clumsily around the flowers. The flowers made Viktor feel better. They helped him breathe easier. Even now, his breathing was wheezy. Huck watched him worriedly before his pale eyes fell to the ground. "...You were scared out of your mind, Herald. You're sure you don't need anything else?" Viktor glanced up at him before shaking his head. He felt terrible already that his followers had also been subjected to his fear. He could feel the humming in his chest and he was terrified of it. Had he angered it?? Would it try to do something to him? To his followers? His hands tightened on his staff. For the first time in months, it wasn't even Jayce he was worried about. He paused and finally glanced up to Huck. For the time being, he didn't want any new people to join the commune. They would have to turn them away for now. He'd left the connection open hesitantly so he could convey this without speaking. Huck stared at him before nodding. "Of course, Herald. I'll let everyone know. Do you... Do you want to close it off now?" Viktor nodded and Huck got to his feet. 

Viktor watched as he hurried off before turning to look back down at the flowers. He didn't want to expose any more people to the Hexcore if he could help it. Not until he had a better grasp on its abilities. He thought over its words and his shoulders scrunched up. It... wanted to do everything for him. He'd misunderstood it. It hadn't wanted to help him, it wanted to be him. And what would become of him if it had?? Would he cease to exist?? Would he be trapped in that starry expanse forever?? He squeezed his eyes shut before making a small noise of frustration and reaching up to them, wiping the tears away once more. "That's a new feeling from you." Salo's voice commented from the edge of the flower bed. Viktor turned to look back at him. He was sitting up straight, but his shoulders were sunken again. Salo paused and Viktor could tell he was sensing what he wanted. "Herald, it is filthy out there." Viktor tipped his head and a small smile finally appeared as Salo let out a dramatic groan, reaching up and undoing his heavy white cloak. "Wanting me to join you in the dirt is surely some kind of punishment." He made his way out through the flowers in his white, belted outfit. "And what have I done to deserve it?"

He stood near Viktor, clearly refusing to sit down and Viktor let out a small, amused scoff at his stubbornness. He settled down on his hip and spread the bottom half of his robe out next to him. Salo paused. "Herald, that is unnecessary." He said quickly. Viktor raised a brow up at him. "I'm not going to..." He trailed off as Viktor watched him before scoffing in annoyance. He moved over. "Not a word." He stated firmly as he settled on his knees on the blanket. Viktor shook his head. "Inside and out. Not a thought." Of course, of course. Viktor nodded, keeping his mouth shut, though the smile wouldn't leave his lips. Just because he wouldn't say anything didn't mean-

"Herald, did you really get Salo to sit out there with you??" Huck was heard calling out and Salo instantly sighed, burying his face in his hand. They both heard Huck clumsily navigating his way through the flowers before Viktor jumped in surprise as Huck shrugged Magpie off his shoulders. The boy hugged Viktor quickly. "Sorry, he wouldn't leave. I think he just really wanted to make sure you were okay." Huck sat in front of them and Viktor raised his arm to hug Magpie back. The boy reminded him heavily of Isha with how quiet he was. He... He wondered how all of them were. He did often wonder what was happening outside his commune, as it appeared both the Enforcers and the Noxian soldiers wouldn't dare enter it. Viktor hadn't left this area for months. The world outside was a mystery. Viktor sighed quietly through his nose as Magpie pulled back, settling down next to him. 

It was starting to become dim and Viktor lifted his head, seeing the last streaks of pink in the subtly darkening sky. He glanced down before stretching out a darkened hand to one of the flowers. If he just... focused... breathed... calmed... Viktor's fingers settled on the petals and glowing white webbing started to spread across the surface of the flower. It illuminated the small area they were in and Magpie instantly stared at it with wide eyes. Viktor hesitantly pulled his hand back. He was unsure of how long it would last, but he'd done it. He hadn't needed the Hexcore's assistance for little things like this. If only he could manage the bigger ones by himself... Huck was giving his lopsided grin as he watched the flower. Salo wouldn't admit it, but Viktor could tell he enjoyed it through the connection. He thanked him through it and Salo jumped a little, shooting him a stern look. 

This felt better. Surrounded by people who cared for him, whether it was by a sense of devotion or not. Viktor's hand tightened on his staff as he stared at the webbing. He really didn't think he could sleep. What would it do to him? What would it show him in his dreams?? It had so many terrible things to choose from. "Herald, you understand we are here to wake you if something is to happen?" Salo questioned, glancing at him. Viktor gave a small nod. Huck had looked back at him, seeming to agree with an earnest nod of his own. "You." Salo pointed to Magpie. "Off to bed." Magpie frowned, glancing up at Viktor. "Don't look to him. The Herald isn't going to let you ruin your sleep." 

It was true. Viktor gave Magpie a small, apologetic grin and the boy sighed. He stood up before turning and making his way back through the flowers before disappearing back towards the huts. Viktor glanced over at Salo and the other seemed to become offended. "Yes, I do sleep." He stated indignantly. "Just not at the same time as you. Huck does the same, I'm sure." He gestured to him and Huck hesitated before nodding. Viktor could only glance at him, silently promising he would never tell Salo that Huck did often fall asleep while watching over Viktor. "However, I will certainly not be sleeping out here." Viktor paused and Salo spoke again. "No, I'm not leaving. I'm just not sleeping." He clarified. Viktor raised a brow before reaching out and gently tapping his fingers to Salo's shoulder. 

Instantly, the other's eyes closed and he went limp, Viktor catching him and leaning him against his shoulder. "Herald!" He blinked in surprise as snorting laughter burst out in front of him from Huck, the other apologizing and covering his mouth as he tried to contain himself. He continued to snort quietly, Viktor allowing himself a small, wheezy chuckle as well. "Herald, he is going to be so mad when he wakes up!" Huck exclaimed, finally seeming disbelief that he'd even done that. Viktor smiled, Huck finally managing to compose himself. "You aren't going to let him touch the dirt, are you? He wouldn't speak to you for weeks." Viktor shook his head. He wasn't that cruel. Huck still let out small snorts as he shuffled, laying himself on his back against the dirt. "I think it's quite comfortable." Viktor nodded in agreement. Well, everywhere could be comfortable to him now. 

He closed his eyes, leaning his head against his staff. He was terrified of what the night would bring, but his followers seemed determined and vigilant for him. Their support made his stomach twist and he really, truly didn't understand it. Good gods... Salo wasn't going to speak to him for at least four days. 

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As a surprise to everyone, Salo only ignored him for two days.

Viktor was back in the greenhouse, his staff propped up against the wall as he tended to the plants. Against everyone's wishes, including his own, he'd broken his promise the night before. They'd had to fetch him from the ravine. Viktor's hands were still bandaged. He didn't even remember getting there, nor did he remember pulling at the wall of rocks until his hands bled. But one thing, he remembered for certain. Once he'd made it inside... it had felt empty. Wherever Jayce was now, it certainly wasn't in the ravine anymore. For the past several nights, Viktor's sleep had been dark and dreamless. He'd woken without breath each time. It was so... dark. The Hexcore hadn't spoken to him since then and he hadn't dared to reach out to it either. His hands were shaking just thinking about it. It was so much, having both of them to worry about. He wasn't sure which one would reach him first. Or which one would be worse if they did. 

He startled as he placed down the watering jug. His wounds had reopened on one of his hands and he could see the gold seeping into the fabric. He hesitated before taking a shaky seat back on the marble statue in the center of the greenhouse. He started to unwrap his hand with shaky fingers. He dropped the fabric, starting at the open slice along his palm and his bloodied fingertips. He gave a small sigh before reaching up with his other hand. He had to focus. He'd healed ailments. Disfigurements. Surely he could heal simple wounds. He pressed his thumb against the top of the slice in his palm, furrowing his brow. He dragged his thumb downwards, energy crackling along his arm. He let out a small exhale as he raised his hand, flexing it quietly. The wound was sealed. However, just that one simple thing had exhausted him. His hands shook. He tried to focus again, carefully closing up the cuts on his fingertips. By the end, his head was spinning and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hands tightly grasping the edge of the marble sculpture. 

The sunlight was still dim, being too early in the morning for it to come directly through the fissure. Viktor opened his eyes and lowered his head. There was nothing but the soft rustle of his plants. It felt a little nice. Nothing but him and a garden. If only it could always be this peaceful. He heard footsteps from in front of him and he sighed before opening his eyes. What he hadn't been expecting was the wind from the hammer that came smashing down next to him, shattering into the marble. For a moment, Viktor wasn't sure what he was looking at. The hammer was irregular. Rusted and iodized. Just like the gear. And only one person he knew could wield a hammer with such force. His chest had exploded into buzzing, but a squealing erupted into his head that made him flinch and bury his face in his hands. 

When it finally stopped again, his nose was bleeding once more. That didn't concern him. Good gods, that was not what concerned him. He shakily glanced over at the smooth marble next to him. No damage. No damage. No hammer. His throat was tight with fear and he had instinctively started dulling down the connections whenever he began to panic. He hoped it hadn't affected everyone. That rushing noise infiltrated his head again and he inhaled shakily as he felt hands grab his wrists. "Is it still you?! IS IT STILL YOU?!" Jayce's voice was scratchy and demanding as the grip was bruising tight. Viktor kept his eyes squeezed shut as he nodded frantically. He tried to say it was still him, but he couldn't even speak. There was a fizzling noise and, in a moment, the grip and the presence were gone. 

His chest was rattling his whole body with its buzzing. When he opened his eyes, no one was there. No Jayce. What was happening to him?? Viktor stood up, grabbing his staff and holding it against his chest as he backed away from the marble structure. His hands were shaking again and he paused before turning and making his way from the greenhouse. It appeared everyone in the commune was down in the food area, meeting for breakfast. Viktor would usually join them just to be there, but he kept his head down this time. He was trying to calm himself with his breathing as he made his way up the path towards his sphere. He climbed the stairs and moved inside, Skye already waiting for him. "Viktor, what's wrong??" She asked, coming over to him. Viktor held his hand up to his head. 

"...I'm seeing him again." He answered quietly. "I shouldn't have gone to the ravine last night. I don't even remember going. Why did I...?" His voice shook. Skye quickly took his hand and he squeezed hers in response. "...I think he's escaped that place. I think my... timer may have started." Skye shook her head, saying that he would be fine. Viktor cast a doubtful look up at her and she faltered a little. "I think he knows what the Hexcore is trying to do. He sounds... He sounds deranged." Viktor whispered softly. Skye whispered in response for him to breathe. Viktor nodded, closing his eyes. He tried to focus on his breathing. When he opened his eyes once again, Skye was gone. 

"Herald?" Salo's voice was quiet behind him and Viktor paused, turning to look back at him as he straightened up. "We have visitors." Visitors? 

"We are not accepting new commune members at this time." Viktor said quietly, glancing up at him. 

"Yes, I know that, Herald." Salo replied, rolling his eyes. "However, they have a disgusting, hairy beast with them and one of them pulled a gun on Huck. I don't believe we have a choice in this matter but to host them." He sounded more than displeased about this. Viktor momentarily panicked, but he could still feel Huck's connection. He must've pressed too hard because he felt Huck's mind assure him that he was fine. Viktor nodded, saying he would greet them then. Salo had moved into the sphere. "The beast seems unstable. I've sent the children inside their huts." He told Viktor quietly. Viktor nodded. 

"...Salo, I would like if you stayed here. If anything happens, I can seal the entrance." Viktor said, glancing up at him. Salo was momentarily surprised. 

"With you inside as well, I presume?" The way he said it certainly didn't sound like a question and came off very scolding. Viktor paused before nodding, glancing to the side. "... then I will stay." Viktor felt relief in his chest. "They should be outside." Salo turned and moved towards the back of the sphere as Viktor turned to face the opening. His hand tightened on his staff quietly. He paused just out of the light, taking a soft breath before moving forward. His steps were quiet and he emerged out of the entrance into the sunlight.

However, the moment he saw their guests, his staff clattered to the ground. There was no time for him to react before boots were stomping up the steps towards him and he was nearly knocked to the ground in a tight hug. "Stringbean!!" Jinx cried out instantly as he stumbled backwards. Viktor had frozen up before he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back. They wouldn't let go of each other for a moment and Viktor glanced up. Was that... Vi? Good gods, it looked like she'd been dragged through the mud. Her hair was dark, her eyes were dark. Her face was stained and dirty. Maybe they could offer her water to clean it off. And that was... Viktor jumped, nearly falling again as Isha tackled their legs. Viktor could barely focus and he finally shut his eyes. "Don't cry, Stringbean! Come on!" Jinx cupped his face and gave it a small shake. Viktor couldn't stop the warmth that flooded his chest. 

Down the hill, his followers had lifted their heads to stare, each of them smiling before going back to their tasks. He took in a shaking breath and opened his eyes again. "Hello Jinx." He managed quietly. Jinx stared up at him with wide, glowing magenta eyes. They were so startlingly different, but that look was the same. He jumped as she pinched his cheeks, making him swat her hands away. Despite her smiling, Viktor could tell she was trying not to cry as well. He managed to turn his attention down to Isha before pausing. He'd spent some time with Skye about this. He hesitated before signing a hello to Isha before signing that he'd missed her. Isha's eyes went huge as she jumped in place, signing that she'd missed him too. Viktor couldn't help but take note of the tiny braids and the messy blue dye job. He jumped as Jinx hugged him again from the side. He reached out, wrapping an arm around her before her eyes shot open. 

"Oh, ewwww! Are you wrinkly all over now?? Eww!" Jinx stuck out her tongue, though she didn't pull away. She'd crinkled her nose up. Viktor replied that, unfortunately, he was. "Blegh!" It brought a smile to his lips. 

"Hey, uh, Viktor?" Vi got his attention with a wave before gesturing to the side with a prompting look. Viktor followed it before freezing up. He backed up a little as his eyes widened. Well, Salo had been right. That was, indeed, a hairy beast. It looked like it vaguely resembled a man in its facial structure, but everything else seemed similar to a Murk Wolf. His gaze lifted to a large cylinder that jutted out of its back, along with some wires and tubes. Viktor was speechless for a moment. The beast seemed docile for right then, only watching Jinx hugging Viktor. Its nose gave small twitches and it seemed like it understood that Viktor was a friend. Vi glanced around, holding her arms against herself. "Uh... nice place you got here too. Real... friendly people." Right. 

"Jinx." Viktor glanced at her. "Did you pull a gun on my followers?" Jinx paused before moving back, clasping her hands behind her as she tipped her head to the side. 

"I meeeaaan..." She trailed off, inhaling sharply through her teeth. "I didn't shoot anyone." 

"They were telling us you weren't seeing anyone. And we need your help. You're the... the Herald they keep talking about, right?" Vi said, her arms remaining crossed. Viktor replied that, unfortunately, he was. 

"It was by my request that we had no new visitors." He said, his hands clasping nervously. Jinx seemed to take note of that and she glanced down at Isha, quickly gesturing to his staff. Isha picked it up, passing it to Jinx, who shoved it back into Viktor's hands. They instantly tightened on it. "I'm not sure how much help I'll be." 

"I just saw a kid that used to be in a wheelchair running around." Jinx said, leaning against his arm. "I think you can help." Isha nodded, staring up at him. She was holding onto his robe with one hand. Jinx cleared her throat. "Stringbean, uh, this is our dad." She held her hand out to the beast and Viktor was momentarily stunned silent. He glanced at Vi, who gave a small nod.

"This... is Vander?" He asked Jinx softly, keeping his voice down. Jinx hugged his arm, seeming slightly pained as she nodded. She had yet to stop moving. Viktor turned back to the beast. "He... looks different than I imagined." Vi managed a weak smile as Jinx sighed, her grip tightening on his arm.

"We had to steal him from your creepy as hell science partner, and I don't mean pretty boy." Jinx said, her voice a quiet mutter. Viktor paused before he froze up. "Yeah, that one." Singed. Singed had done this? Did it surprise him at all? Absolutely not. But he'd never seen one of his full experiments. Singed had chosen to keep Viktor firmly away from them. "Pretty boy isn't here, is he??" Jinx immediately seemed to become defensive, letting go of Viktor and scanning the area as she circled him like a shark. Viktor shook his head, saying he wasn't here in a quiet voice. He couldn't help the tremor that escaped into his words and Jinx instantly snapped her gaze back to him. "I'll get him this time. I won't miss. I got better ammo and better aim. I will get him." She sounded feverish as she assured him and Viktor's hands tightened on his staff. 

"Can I ask what you want me to do? I can heal ailments. Disfigurements. This is... This is... genetic tampering." Viktor was uncertain as he stared at Vander. The beast only seemed to give a quiet growl in response, falling quiet as Vi put a hand on its side. 

"We were told you could heal anything. Maybe his body is gone, but his mind is still there. Can you do anything with that??" Vi asked, her voice a little desperate. Viktor's throat had gone dry. He'd never tried to heal a broken mind. Especially not on his own. But... This would be exposing the Hexcore to a beast. Viktor's hands became shaky again. "If you can't, just say it." Vi's voice became firm and slightly scathing. 

"Hey!" Jinx instantly moved up next to Viktor, glaring at Vi. "Do not talk to him like that." Vi shut her mouth, but her eyes lowered and she turned away. Jinx huffed before turning back to Viktor. "Can you do anything??" Viktor glanced over at the beast uncertainly before giving a small sigh. 

"I can try. I don't know what Singed's done, or if it can be unraveled." Viktor admitted quietly. "But... this is your father. I do want to help him." Jinx lit up a little before hugging him again. "If we could move to the greenhouse, that would be preferable. If he is to... become agitated, I would like him somewhere where it is difficult to hurt anyone." He started to move down the steps before jumping as Jinx pulled him back into another hug. He stared back at her before smiling. "...I've missed you too." Even though he couldn't see her face, he felt her smile. She finally let him go and moved over to Vander. She encouraged him to follow and the beast hesitated before doing so. Isha was still holding onto Viktor's robe. As he led them to the greenhouse, he could see Huck watching from the side, seeming slightly worried. Viktor gestured that he was fine and Huck nodded, moving back towards the huts. 

When they got to the greenhouse, they had to be extremely careful with how they guided Vander inside. Once he was in, however, his nose started to twitch and he disappeared into the plants, starting to explore the space. Viktor hesitated as he stared at the marble structure, watching as Vi went and sat on it. He wanted to sit too, but he didn't want any kind of vision to happen. If they were trusting him, he could not allow any kind of hallucination or anxiety right now. "So you can help?" Vi asked flatly, looking up at him. Viktor paused before repeating that he could try. Vi stared at him with a slightly doubtful expression.

"You must understand that this is something I haven't attempted before. On top of... something I have never seen before." He gestured to where Vander had disappeared. Viktor was doing his best to control his voice and he jumped as he felt Jinx's fingers poke his exposed side. "Jinx?" She had her nose crinkled as she looked him over again, circling him before grabbing one of his hands and studying it. She tapped her painted nails against the gold pieces in his knuckles. Isha had gone scampering after Vander, much to Viktor's nervousness, but it didn't seem like Jinx or Vi were too worried about it. He paused as Jinx pulled him over to the structure. She hopped up and kneeled in front of him, frowning as she scanned his eyes over. Finally, she spoke, saying his eyes were different. "...Unfortunately, I can say the same for you." Jinx paused and Viktor watched it click in real time just how long it had been since Viktor had last seen her. Not just for a moment, but when they'd been in her hideout. When she'd still had her blue eyes. 

"That was... also your creepy lab buddy. He did something to me after I... almost died on the bridge." Jinx's voice became a little strained and raspy as she finally sat crisscross on the marble structure in front of him. "Kept me alive, I guess. Yippee." She gave a weak laugh. "When I got back to the hideout, I found a bullet with blood on it near that stupid crevice. Bunch of cops... I thought you got killed..." She sounded pained, despite her smiling and Viktor's shoulders sank. He asked if she'd thought he'd left her. "No. No, Stringbean, 'course not..." She smiled up at him. "With your leg, you wouldn't have gotten very far anyway." Viktor paused before a weak chuckle left him. Jinx reached out, poking at his side and his hands again. "What happened to you?? You're all weird and wrinkly. You got a terrible dye job and your eyes are a gross beige color now." 

"It really looks that bad? I thought I was doing quite well with what I had." Viktor said, his smile a little strained. He glanced at Vi, wondering if she'd told Jinx anything. Vi met his gaze before looking away. "Well... that Hexcore we made... It's in my body now." Jinx's mouth dropped open as she stared at him with wide eyes. She said that there was no way and he held his hand out. She took it and Viktor guided it to his chest, knowing Jinx was able to feel the humming. She pulled her hands back, using both of them to cover her mouth. She asked how before freezing as Viktor answered. "...It was Jayce." 

"Why the hell would he do that?? Gods, didn't that hurt??" Jinx's voice kept cracking when she tried to raise it. She sounded shocked and angry. Viktor paused before saying he didn't remember if it had hurt or not. "Where is he?? Just give me a direction, I'll find him!" She said firmly. Viktor replied that he didn't know. That he'd left him shortly after this had happened. He was leaning on his staff and Jinx stared at him before switching her position, dragging him down so he would sit next to her. Viktor tried his best not to flinch as he sat on the marble, his eyes doing one quick glance around before settling back on Vi and Jinx. Vi was watching him with a furrowed brow and Viktor could tell that she'd clocked something being off with him. "Viktor. Stringbean." Jinx cupped his face, giving his head a shake again. "What did he do to you??" 

Viktor wasn't sure he wanted to say it out loud and he knew Jinx would recognize that look immediately. Her fingers twitched against his cheeks. He held his staff tighter to himself before speaking in a soft voice to her. "You mustn't freak out here. I cannot risk him being angered. I cannot risk my followers being hurt." He told her. Jinx asked if it was that bad, her eyes scanning over his in slight panic. "Jinx. Calm." He said, gesturing for her to take a breath. To his amusement, she pulled in a breath and puffed up both her cheeks before nodding. She let it out as Viktor shook his head in exasperation. "Jinx." Viktor wasn't sure how to put it any nicer of a way before he spoke again, Vi squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away. "I died." 

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It was awkwardly silent for a few moments and Viktor's hands tightened on his staff weakly. "Uh, haha...?" Jinx said, smiling in absolute disbelief. Her smile faltered a little and she tipped her head to the side, furrowing her brow "...What?" Viktor turned and set his staff to the side before holding out his hands. Jinx placed her own into his and Viktor frowned, his thumb brushing over the prosthetic that had replaced her missing middle finger. She'd drawn a face on it. He gave a small sigh and glanced up at her. "Stringbean." Jinx's voice was shaky. Her smile was much more strained now and he refused to avert his gaze. He repeated that he'd died in a softer tone and Jinx's hands tightened on his. "Was it him?? I swear, I'll kill him, I swear it-" 

"It wasn't him." Viktor answered softly. Jinx seemed like she was struggling to focus on him. Her eyes kept darting up around his head, like something else was there. He could only quell his fear that there was. He glanced up at Vi, who was watching them both worriedly. She mouthed for him to be careful. Jinx's hands were twitching madly in his. "Look at me, please." Jinx seemed to do her best. Viktor had not wanted to tell her, but he knew she would be relentless in finding out the answer. Viktor grasped her hands gently. "...I'm not upset. You... couldn't have known I was-" 

"No!" Jinx's outburst startled him and she yanked away from him. "No, no, n-no! No, you..." She hugged herself before sliding a hand up and tightly gripping her bangs. "You weren't supposed to be there! Y-You..." She instantly turned on Vi, pulling her gun with a shaky hand. Vi leaned back, her eyes instantly going wide. "You told me he was at the Academy! Y-You told me he wasn't in the Council Hall!" She sounded frantic and Viktor instantly spoke up, saying Vi hadn't known either. That she'd last seen him in the Academy. He paused as Jinx turned the gun to him. "You're lying." She seemed to be trying to control her breathing. Her grip wasn't as tight on the gun and it had been turned sideways. Even if she took a shot, it wasn't likely it would even land. Viktor stared at it before his eyes raised to meet hers. Jinx weakened as she looked him over and her voice cracked as she spoke again. "N-No..." Viktor said in a soft voice that he wouldn't lie to her. "I-I know... I know..." 

Jinx immediately took in a shaking breath, holding her hands to the sides of her head. Viktor instantly became anxious since she was still holding the gun and she seemed to notice, turning and throwing it to the side before dropping into a ball. Viktor stood up in alarm as Jinx started to make pained noises that devolved into sobs. He moved over, sinking onto his knees next to her. He wouldn't touch her and he only remained at arms length, his own hands curled tightly in his lap. Jinx continued to sob before finally lowering herself into a crisscross position. "A-And he threw that stupid thing into your body because of me??" Jinx managed to ask, not looking up at him. Viktor paused before turning his head to the side and stating that he was alive. "Are you??" The question startled him and Jinx was looking over at him, black staining her face. 

Viktor responded that he was, pushing himself to his feet and making his way over to where the blankets hung. Jinx had squeezed her eyes shut again, her hands digging into the sides of her head. Viktor pulled down a blanket before coming back over. He knelt down, placing the blanket in front of her. Jinx sniffled, managing to look up at him again. Instantly, her eyes started to dart around his head again and Viktor could only wonder what she was seeing. He held his hand out, resting it on his leg with his palm up. Jinx's eyes flitted down to his hand, but she wouldn't move, her body quivering. Viktor didn't push her, knowing she would take it when she was ready. "...You aren't mad at me?? Are you serious?" Jinx's voice broke a little. She seemed to flinch and her eyes were giving off an unhealthy glow as she let out a strangled hum. 

"I'm not mad." Viktor said softly, glancing up at her. "If anything, I'm upset with Jayce." He gave a quiet scoff before speaking in a slightly sarcastic tone. "So nothing's changed." Jinx stared at him, black still running down her face before taking his hand. She spoke in an insistent, feverish tone, saying that she would kill him if he ever came back. That she would do it. Viktor managed a smile, but he wouldn't say anything. He gave her hand a squeeze before freezing as he felt something behind him. He could feel Vander sniffing the back of his head before a growl erupted near him. Viktor inhaled shakily and startled as Jinx leaned forward, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back and he heard the growling die down before heavy footsteps moved away from him. Jinx pulled back, watching over his shoulder in confusion. "He likely smells how... strange I am." Viktor said quietly, glancing back. 

Vander had settled against the wall in a huge hairy lump, that cylinder glowing green on his back. Viktor turned back to Jinx before reaching down and holding up the blanket. "Wipe your eyes. You look like a wreck." Jinx blinked before wiping at her face, scoffing softly. 

"Me?? When you look like that??" She gestured to his body and he chuckled. He paused before glancing to the side and saying neither of them actually looked the worst right now. Jinx blinked before breaking out in weak, scratchy laughter. "Oh yeah, Vi looks like a pit of tar." Vi was taken back, Isha having reappeared and climbed up on the marble sculpture. 

"I wasn't a part of this conversation!" Vi exclaimed, holding her hands out to the sides. Jinx rolled her eyes before smiling and smugly replying that she was now. And that she looked like a mess. Vi turned to Viktor with a look of disbelief and Viktor felt a smile pull at his lips. 

"My apologies, Vi, but..." He trailed off, giving a small shrug. "You do look..." Vi instantly scoffed and threw her hands up in defeat, Isha smiling. Viktor sighed. "If you all are hungry, you may request something of the chefs. And..." He trailed off. "Jinx, I know you brought your weapon, but Vi, your gauntlets...?" 

"People at the gate said you didn't really allow weapons into the commune. I brought them, but they're just inside the entrance. I wanted to respect your rules." Vi said, shooting a look at Jinx. Jinx replied that she wouldn't have brought hers if she had known it was him. "That's a lie." 

"Definitely a lie." Viktor agreed, Jinx putting a hand on her chest in mock offense as she stared between them before finally turning to Isha, who gave a small shrug and a smile. She let out a dramatic groan. Viktor stood and held out his hands, helping her up. He paused as Vi asked if he was really going to try and help Vander. She still sounded doubtful. "...I'll try my best. As I stated, I've never... tried something like this before." Internally, he was absolutely wracked with dread and terror. He didn't want the Hexcore to have influence over this creature. Would he be able to heal on his own?? He had the Hexcore's abilities. He had them. Surely he could use them. "I promise I'll do my best." He glanced back at Vander before sighing. "However, I do have... one condition." 

He jumped as Jinx let out a small snort and instantly seemed to bite back what she wanted to say. He raised a brow at her and she pulled one of her hands back from him to cover her mouth, grinning. "Looks like you got a couple." She snickered. Viktor immediately rolled his eyes, turning away from her. He let go of her hands and made a shooing motion. "Nooo, Stringbean, come on!" Viktor glanced at her flatly as she hugged his arm. "Come on, don't be mad at me!" She whined, shaking him. "Please??" A smile tugged at Viktor's lips. 

"What's the condition?" Vi asked, making Viktor turn to her. 

"He is to stay in the commune. Anyone... enlightened... must stay within the community." He held up his hand, looking it over with a sigh. Vi seemed to share a glance with Jinx before nodding. "You all are welcome to stay. I do not usually keep outside company, but perhaps I could make an exception. You will have to find jobs to do though." He glanced to the side. "Jinx." She let out another offended scoff before asking what she would even be good at. "You are gifted with explosives, no? You could help clear rubble. Assist the miners with new tunnels. Or you could always learn something new." Jinx stared up at him before furrowing her brow. 

"You want me to blow stuff up?" She asked, seeming in slight disbelief. Viktor blinked before giving a soft chuckle, saying that 'excavate' was a good word for it. Jinx seemed speechless. Vi spoke up, standing from the marble structure. 

"We need to talk it over." She said. Jinx immediately turned to her with a raised brow. "We need to talk it over." Vi repeated, her voice a little firmer. Jinx crossed her arms, blowing her bangs out of her face. Isha hopped down, frowning as Vi led them both to the front of the greenhouse. She guided them out the door before glancing back at Viktor uncertainly and shutting it. Viktor clasped his hands in front of himself quietly. He did understand her apprehension. Was he... really trustworthy? He'd thought so, but all of his followers were under the influence of a neural network. Maybe he wasn't as trustworthy as he thought? It made him anxious and he glanced over. 

Could he really...? He moved over to Vander hesitantly, the other watching him with bright yellow eyes. Viktor stopped once the other started growling and he took a step back. It soon died down and he looked over him quietly. Could he still understand him? "It... is a shame I must meet you like this. My name is Viktor." He said quietly, kneeling down in front of the other. Vander continued to watch him, though there was no indication that anything Viktor was saying was coming through. Viktor glanced at the door before looking back at him. "...Powder told me much about you." There was a flash of recognition in Vander's eyes at the name. "I... want to try to help you." He stretched out a shaky hand and paused as Vander started growling again. "Please." The growling didn't stop, but Vander stopped baring his teeth at him. 

Viktor trembled, feeling the energy crackling down his arm before he closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to Vander's forehead. Instantly, he was thrown into a pure white space. It momentarily threw him off as he looked around. Usually, he would see a starry expanse. Here, it was... just white. He glanced around before spotting him. Vander was a bigger man than he'd thought and Viktor was hesitant to approach him. He sported the same white hair and shoulders-down silhouette as him, yet his eyes remained closed. Viktor moved forward quietly, though his hands curled at his sides. Something felt dangerous. Something... was watching him. It was here. Viktor finally stood in front of Vander, tipping his head at him. There was still no reaction from the other. "Vander?" Viktor startled as the other suddenly seemed to pull backwards. It seemed like something was dragging him. The light expanse around them suddenly darkened as a blinding orange light appeared above him. Eyes.

The only thing Viktor saw were those sharpened jaws lunging towards him and he snapped back to reality, nearly falling backwards. He'd been forced out of the other's headspace. Vander was growling at him, drool running down his chin. Viktor backed up more, holding up his shaky hands in surrender. Vander seemed to accept this, though he still looked incredibly displeased. Viktor froze up, a tingling going down his spine before a hand was felt on his shoulder. "You need my help." Jayce's voice was quiet and Viktor had frozen up, his hands curling into tight fists. He shook his head, whispering that he didn't. "You'll never heal him on your own. He just pushed you out so easily." Viktor furrowed his brow. 

"N-No, I can do it. I don't need you." He said firmly, not lifting his eyes from the ground in front of him. "It'll j-just take some time-" 

"You think you have time?" The question was light and sent a chill down his spine. That hand squeezed his shoulder and Viktor was fighting everything in him not to look back. "I could help. You know this." Viktor whispered that it wanted something impossible of him. "What I want is very much... possible." Viktor inhaled shakily, saying he'd never give it to him. "I disagree. All I need from you is one... bad... night." Jayce's voice was calm and even playful. It nearly made Viktor sick. "Just one bad night and you will fold." Viktor hissed that he wouldn't, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands slid up into his hair. He was struggling to breathe again and Vander seemed like he'd moved back a little from him. "You can't help him on your own. You know this. Do you want to disappoint them? Do you want them to hate you for your false promise?" 

"I-I didn't... I didn't... promise anything. I said I would try. And I will." Viktor managed in a quiet, strangled voice. He felt that hand squeeze his shoulder and he jerked himself away. "Don't touch me." It pulled back and Viktor opened his eyes, panting. Tears were running down his face and he quickly reached up, wiping at them. He glanced around, finding himself alone once more. He startled as the greenhouse's door swung open, Jinx instantly moving inside with wide eyes. She looked like she'd sprinted here and she slid down onto her knees next to him. 

"All your weirdos were staring over here! What happened??" Jinx asked, her eyes wide as she grabbed his face. Viktor blinked before gently moving her hands, shaking his head. 

"I can see him in there. I think I can reach him." Viktor said quietly, his hands shaking as he pulled them back from hers. Jinx stared down at his hands with a furrowed brow. "And do not call my followers 'weirdos', please." She rolled her eyes before seeming to focus again, tapping at his hands and raising a brow. "S-Something pushed me out of his mind. I don't know if I can try again right now." He admitted weakly. 

"Why not??" Vi's voice made him jump and he glanced over at her in the doorway. Isha slipped past her legs, running back over to him. Viktor's shoulders sank and he replied that he just didn't have the energy. "When will you?" Jinx frowned at this and Vi seemed to notice. She gave an irritated sigh before glancing away. "Fine. Sorry I asked." Viktor shook his head, saying he understood that she was anxious. He fell quiet before saying that he would do his best. Vi glanced at him and her eyes finally weakened as she nodded. "I believe you, Viktor. It's just..." She gave a defeated shrug and Viktor nodded, understanding completely. 

Viktor turned back to Jinx. "And you're sure you are okay? You recovered from the news of my death rather quickly." He was worried about that and Jinx's hands gave a small twitch against him before she stated that he was still here. Viktor managed a smile. "Unfortunately for you, hm?" He asked jokingly. Jinx stared at him and Viktor's shoulders sank. He reached out, pulling her into another hug. He jumped as Isha grabbed both of them in her own hug. She was sporting a new hat, the sight of it making Viktor warm in his chest. It had clearly been painted by Jinx. "...I think I may need to rest. I want to try again as soon as I can." Isha pulled back and Jinx furrowed her brow again. She insisted that she could walk him back to wherever it was he slept. Viktor stared at her. "...About that." 

"Don't tell me you have nowhere to sleep." Jinx said, her tone dead serious as she stared at him. Viktor paused before saying he slept wherever he could. "You have no bed?? In your own place??" She sounded absolutely shocked and Viktor scrunched up his shoulders a little. He replied that he didn't exactly need one since he was capable of sleeping wherever he wanted to. "You got a million tents and huts all over the place and none of them are yours??" Viktor went sheepishly quiet. He replied that he usually slept up in the sphere. "What the hell is a 'veer'??" Viktor instantly gave her a flat look before stating that he hated her. Jinx instantly burst out in quiet laughter. "Come ooon."

"No." Viktor swatted her hands away, rolling his eyes as he stood up. Jinx jumped to her feet as well with a cheeky grin. 

"Can I at least walk you over to the 'veer'?" She asked, tipping her head with a huge grin. Viktor flicked her on her shoulder and she yelped, hopping away. He moved over to the marble statue, taking his staff back into his hands. Jinx did make the mistake of moving within range, instantly whining as Viktor smacked her leg with the staff. "Ack!" He allowed himself a small smile before exhaling softly. 

"What was... decided from your talk?" He asked, glancing between everyone. Vi replied that they would stay for now. 

"I told you I was staying." Jinx said firmly. "And not just for now." Vi frowned and Jinx crossed her arms. "I'm going to be here for him. Like he was for me." The statement felt pointed and Viktor's hands tightened on his staff as he felt Vi's eyes on him. The air had become tense and it was starting to feed into his panic again. Finally, he heard Vi turn away, the door shutting behind her. Jinx scoffed. "She thinks she can boss me around??" It seemed like she was talking to Isha. "I kicked her ass on the way here! She can't tell me anything!" Jinx had knelt down and she looked up at Viktor with a smile before it faltered. Viktor averted his eyes, unsure of what kind of face he was making. "...I am staying. I-I meant it, Stringbean." Viktor nodded, saying he appreciated it. 

He was dreading nightfall. He didn't want Jinx to see what happened to him. He didn't want her to see how many precautionary measures the community had in place just in case he freaked out or broke down. His hands were crushingly tight on his staff and he glanced to the side again. He jumped as Jinx's painted nails tapped his hand. He met her gaze and she managed a weak smile. "Something... tells me you got kinda fucked up like I did." Well... he did suppose that was one way of putting it. He paused as he felt Isha grab his robe again. He glanced down before offering his hand, Isha taking that instead. 

Viktor was dreading nightfall. He was dreading the Hexcore and he was dreading where Jayce had disappeared to. Was he coming back?? Was he coming to find Viktor? All Viktor had heard for the past several months was his gruff and scratchy muttering. He didn't even want to know how wild Jayce looked. He stared at the ground before startling as Jinx waved her hand in front of his face. "Hey! Nap time! Remember??" She prompted. Right. Viktor nodded. He glanced back at Vander before sighing and moving towards the door. He slipped through it with both of them. Out among the huts, everyone seemed relieved as he came out. They all started to go about their business again. "They all just stopped in place and stared where you were. If that's not weirdo behavior, I don't know what is." Jinx said, rolling her eyes. 

Viktor shook his head. They reached the steps of the sphere and he let go of Isha's hand, turning back to them. "Please get settled among the commune. I'm not sure where Vi is, but... hopefully she can get settled too." He stared at them before smiling quietly. "Thank you both." Isha lit up, grabbing the rim of her hat and tipping it as Jinx gave an exaggerated bow. Viktor gave a soft snort and turned, making his way back up the steps. As he grew further away, the warmth and smile was fading. Gods, he was terrified. His hands gripped his staff tightly and he squeezed his eyes shut as he moved back into the shadows of the sphere.

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Viktor glanced up and his gaze weakened as he noticed Salo, leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. He seemed to be resting. Viktor watched him before his eyes fell to the ground. He closed them, a hand leaving his staff and sliding up into his hair. Salo was his only Piltover follower, and quite an important one at that. If Viktor could just... Could he really ask Salo to do that?? If one of the Hexcores was able to be dismantled, that meant the power wouldn't be stretched quite as thin. It was risky, meaning it would give his own Hexcore more power, but... also him. If he could get Salo to the Anomalized Hexcore in the treatment center... he would just need to disable the stand. Viktor's chest went tight. But could he ask that of him?? Wasn't that using him? His free hand tightened on his staff. 

Salo suddenly seemed to stir, his brow furrowed. "Herald?" Viktor jumped, replying that he was there. "Good gods, I could tell. I just became so anxious I nearly passed back out. Ugh." He sat up and Viktor apologized quietly. As Salo pushed himself to his feet, he raised a brow. "I had assumed the meeting with the visitors had gone well, considering there was no severed connections." He said, tipping his head. "...Yet you still appear shaken." Viktor glanced up at him. He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't know if he could get them out. Salo approached him with his hands clasped behind himself. "Herald?" 

"You still have Counciler access in Piltover, Salo?" Viktor finally managed. Salo instantly paused and Viktor couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. Salo replied that he did before asking why Viktor needed to know in a quiet voice. "I must have you go and dismantle something for me." Salo was quiet before speaking in a clarifying tone that Viktor was asking him to use his position to commit property damage. Viktor's hands tightened on his staff. "Please, Salo, I need you to do this for me." Salo started to speak again, Viktor feeling energy crackle along his hands. He pulled his connection to Salo tight. "Do this for me." When he spoke again, his voice reverberated with a menacing tone that made him flinch and he glanced up, feeling like he was going to cry. The fingerprints on Salo's forehead had lit up, wisps rising from them as Salo's eyes went blank. "I-In the treatment center, I must have you remove one of the power modules that would be feeding the Hexcore. I-It should dismantle the entire thing." Viktor's voice was shaking. Salo gave a nod, his eyes still blank. "Go now." Salo started to move past him and Viktor caught his arm. "Please return safely." 

Viktor nearly became sick as he heard Salo respond in a calm, casual voice, devoid of his usual bantering tone. "Yes, Herald." Viktor watched as Salo moved away, disappearing out of the entrance and down the steps without a single glance back. The moment Salo was out of sight, Viktor collapsed to his knees, holding his staff tight against his chest. Good gods, what had he just done?? He buried his face in his hand. He didn't want to control them like that. He was trying to suppress his tears, knowing that his followers would surely all start crying as well with how overwhelmed he felt. He felt like he was going to be sick. He heard his name in a saddened tone and he shook his head, pleading for Skye not to say anything. She appeared next to him, kneeling down before placing her hand on his back. 

"H-He would not have agreed. No amount of gratitude w-would have convinced him." Viktor tried to explain weakly. Skye remained quiet and Viktor only felt worse. "I have to dismantle at least one of them. Three Hexcores active at once is too dangerous." His voice had weakened. "This is the only way I can try to help Vander." There was more silence, though he could still feel her hand. He kept his head in his hand. "Please say something. Please." He felt Skye startle before saying that she was sure Viktor thought he was doing the right thing. If he'd still had a heart, it would've dropped into his stomach. He felt her hand disappear and Viktor inhaled shakily as a different presence replaced hers. 

"That's the first proper use of my abilities I've seen from you. Perhaps there is potential yet." Viktor shook his head, begging the Hexcore not to speak in his own voice. "Ah, but hearing Jayce's voice overwhelms you more." He could hear footsteps, but he still refused to turn around. "Isn't it interesting? Being able to convince someone with just a small tug on their mind?" Viktor stated in a shaking voice that it had been controlling, not convincing. And that he'd never wanted to do that. He'd never wanted to betray Salo's trust like that, even if the original basis for their trust had been manufactured, at best. "They are not your friends, Viktor. They are your followers for a reason. The relationships are superficial. Only surface level. Nothing more." Viktor's hands tightened on his staff and tears finally escaped him. "Those two. Your closest followers only stay with you and check on you because that is what I willed of them. It's never been about care or affection. Not in this mind." 

"Stop." Viktor's voice was shaking as he spoke. His grip weakened on the staff. Was that really all his community saw him as?? Just a higher connection? They only laughed and conversed with him through a sense of obligation and devotion? Even Salo and Huck? Had he been too naïve?? Had he been too desperate? Too starved? He slid his hand up into his hair again. It hurt. The buzzing in his chest hurt so much. Looking back, it was obvious. Of course it had only been that. Why had he thought it was more than that? Why had he thought there was any kind of genuine care? He'd just... wanted it. Now he just... "I want the emotions dulled." He heard the Hexcore pause before saying it would affect everyone in the commune. That it would diminish any personality. "...I know." 

"And what of your bloodless family? Will they be afraid of you?" He heard his own voice start to move around him and he froze as he heard that familiar scraping noise. His cane. He could only stare at it in shock. He hadn't seen his cane in such a long time. He finally managed to look up at himself. There he was. Young. Healthy. Human. Viktor glanced to the side. He muttered that they would understand. At the very least, Jinx would. "And why would I do this for you now when you deny me what I want?" 

"Because you want to do everything for me. Remember?" Viktor said weakly, glancing up at the Hexcore. It seemed momentarily surprised before a smile quirked its lips. 

"Cheeky." It commented before reaching out. The moment those fingers settled on his head, Viktor felt like gravity had increased. He felt like he was being pulled down, all the air being sucked from his lungs and the color draining from his vision. When it returned, the color was pale. All the color he saw was pale. He felt... pale. The Hexcore pulled its hand back. Viktor could only sit for a moment, staring forward. His grip had loosened incredibly on his staff and he finally pushed himself to his feet again. The buzzing had died back down to a humming. "You'll have full access to your emotions in the astral plane." The Hexcore told him. It looked him over curiously before a grin pulled at its lips. "And in the night." 

Viktor glanced up at it. "You are a devil." He responded quietly, his voice numbed. The Hexcore tipped its head, innocently responding that it didn't even know what that was. When Viktor blinked again, it was gone. His eyes were no longer heavy. His hands were no longer shaky. He glanced over as he felt Skye's hand on his shoulder again. She was looking at him in utter dismay, but Viktor only turned away. He paused as Huck appeared in the entrance. Huck's face was blank, like Salo's. There was no more lopsided grin or nervous fidgeting. His hands hung limp at his sides. 

"Herald, there is a man at the gates who wishes to speak to you. There are soldiers outside as well." Soldiers? Had they been following the group? Viktor nodded, telling Huck to have the man meet him in the greenhouse. He followed Huck outside the sphere before diverging his path. He made his way back to the greenhouse and opened the door, slipping inside. Vander was curled up near the wall, seeming like he was asleep now. Viktor set his staff down, giving a small sigh through his nose. He studied his hands quietly. He paused and stared at the ground before asking Skye to say what she wanted to say. 

"...I don't think you should've done that. Everyone's relationship with you seemed genuine... at least to me." Viktor asked why she thought they were genuine and not just illusions of what he wanted. "Because you tried so hard to make them happen, Viktor." Viktor blinked quietly before replying that he didn't believe that. He paused as he heard the door open. There was a soft hum of interest and Viktor paused, recognizing it. 

"Doctor." He turned to Singed, tipping his head. Immediately, the other's eyes widened on his scarred face and he seemed awed as he spoke.

"Viktor! I was convinced you were dead ages ago!" He scanned him over and let out that interested hum again. "...Perhaps you were." He moved over and Viktor startled a little as Singed grabbed his wrist in order to study one of his hands. An uncomfortable feeling prickled through his body. It was like he could feel invisible chemicals on Singed's hands. "You seemed to have gathered yourself quite the operation here." Viktor pulled his wrist from Singed's grasp, asking what it was he wanted. Singed raised a brow. "Quite cold towards your old lab partner." Viktor replied that Singed had only been in the lab half the time. That he'd always been off elsewhere, doing something else. He gestured to the side, saying that, in fact, one of his projects had landed in his commune. Singed glanced to the side before his eyes lit up in wicked delight. "Ah, my wonderful Warwick! Isn't he impressive?" 

"I suppose that's one word for the effort you put into tormenting him." Viktor replied calmly. Singed glanced over at him. He glanced around before asking where the husband was. One of Viktor's fingers twitched as he stared at him. "We were never married, nor are we together any longer." Singed seemed surprised by that, asking if that was how he'd died. "No, Doctor. What did you come here to say?" Viktor didn't care for entertaining small conversation anymore. "I've been told there are soldiers outside my gates. Is this your doing?" Singed shook his head before replying that his only concern was getting Warwick back. Viktor glanced over at Vander before looking back at him. "And what would you need him for?" Singed fell quiet, his eyes studying Viktor over. There were certain questions that always seemed to trigger Singed into a silent, dangerous state. That seemed to be one of them. However, Viktor wouldn't back down this time. "Those affected by me are not to live elsewhere besides the commune, Doctor. His mind has already been touched by my hand." 

"I forgot how stubborn you could be, Viktor." Singed sounded amused. "Warwick's blood is almost entirely Shimmer. With the right... tampering and mixing, we could do anything." Viktor replied that there was no longer a 'we'. Singed gave a small chuckle. "No longer so friendly now that all your little quirks have been cured?" Viktor opened his mouth. "Or is something else haunting you?" He paused and Singed seemed to take notice of this. "I know the look of a doomed man. A hunted man. You are running from something, Viktor." Viktor stared at him, feeling Skye next to him. Her fingers were nervously curled against his arm. "Perhaps Jayce is still trying to reach you? Have you been hiding from him?" Singed sounded curious. "How will you defend yourself when he catches you?" He tipped his head. "Do you believe in fate?"

"Doctor. You should leave." Viktor's voice was a dangerous tone of neutrality. "...Warwick... will be staying with me. I don't care what you want to use him for, I will not give up on his humanity." He nodded towards the door of the greenhouse. "Leave." Singed looked him over before making his way out of the greenhouse. The door shut behind him and Viktor's eyes drifted to the ground. There should've been some sense of pride. Some satisfaction at standing up for himself, but there was... Viktor didn't feel it. He glanced up at Skye. "I cannot go back now, Skye. If my nights are all I must worry for, perhaps I can pull through on my own." 

"The nights have always been the worst for you. Are you sure? I'm not certain you'll have a commune member to stay with you after this." Skye said worriedly. She paused as Viktor glanced at her, asking if she was not staying with him. "O-Oh! I can, i-if that's what you want. I just wasn't sure." Viktor stated that he would appreciate her company. 

When the evening came, Viktor stayed in the sphere. He wouldn't dare tether himself to it and enter the Hexcore's area. Not while it wanted that deal. He sat crisscross, his eyes closed. In his mind, he had been sitting and talking with Skye for about an hour or so. She sported the same white hair and silhouetted body as he did in this place. His own mind was a starry expanse as well, though it felt significantly less tainted by the Arcane than the Hexcore. Viktor stopped mid-sentence, his smile fading. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Something was... Viktor nearly screamed as an electrifying feeling went through his whole body. It shocked him straight out of his mind and back to reality, where he hunched over as every pale color around him suddenly became so saturated that he could barely look at them. He squeezed his eyes shut and his fingers curled against the ground. His mouth was open, but no noise was escaping him. 

He could feel the tears erupting down his face and he inhaled shakily. He forced his eyes shut before focusing on his connections. He had to focus. He had to focus, what was happening?? He startled as he was suddenly deposited into a cold, white room. He was holding something and he glanced down to see a pale hand wrapped around the tube of a cylinder. What was above him?? He could only hear warbling and crackling. Distant yelling that sounded distorted and was only growing closer. He looked up and his eyes went wide. That... The Hexcore that floated above the treatment tank was big. Far, far too big. The webbing was tinted red, sparking and smoking. Where had it come from?? It didn't have a body inside it either. Viktor moved back from it, only to startle. From where he'd just come from, the hooded white figure straightened up. 

Salo! Viktor could see his face under the hood as he looked up. He reached out, placing his hand on the other's arm. Salo only stared up at the Hexcore blankly and Viktor's shoulders sank. He flinched as the yelling suddenly exploded into the room. Streaks of light and energy started to flood from the Hexcore, forming a humanoid shape in front of it. Once it was completely, there was a snap of light and Viktor heard something heavy hit the ground. The smashing sound it made caused him to wince, but Salo seemed unaffected as he tipped his head. Viktor was shaking. Jayce had dropped to the ground, but Viktor was more petrified about the object beside him. That hammer. He'd seen it before. With its abnormal sharp edges and iodized surface. Corrupted, twisted metal. Jayce used the hammer to shakily push himself to his feet and Viktor startled at a creaking noise. 

Viktor moved forward before he could stop himself. Around the leg that had been broken, it looked like Jayce had built himself a brace by hand. There was absolutely nothing comfortable about this one, looking like it had been built and screwed for efficiency only. Viktor could only stare at it for a moment before wondering how badly it was bruising the other. He glanced up at his face. Puffs of air were escaping Jayce as he glanced around. Those eyes... Viktor was shocked as he studied him. Jayce's golden-brown eyes had changed to a wild yellow-gold. Brighter. Unfocused. Uncontrolled. He continued to pant. His hair wasn't as long as it had grown out to before, but it was greasy and disheveled. He had his beard back and his clothes were absolutely ripped and stained to hell. His hands were bandaged. Beneath them, Viktor could only see cracks and callouses.

It seemed like he was taking a moment to process where he was. There was a soft hiss as Salo started to unhook one of the modules. Jayce whipped around, heaving his hammer up. Something lit up on his wrist and Viktor's eyes went wide. His Rune looked like it had been embedded straight into his body. Painful-looking webbing was stretched around it. Viktor froze up as the hammer split open into four sections, revealing a corrupted-looking Hex Crystal. Jayce seemed to focus for a moment before speaking in a gruff, scratchy voice. "Who are you?? Show me!" He snapped. Salo paused, standing up and sliding his hood back. Jayce narrowed his eyes, lowering his hammer as he studied the other. Salo had raised a brow, seeming more than displeased by Jayce's presence. "What the hell are you doing here??" 

"I am here by the Herald's request. He asked I dismantle this Hexcore." Salo responded. He did not show fear towards Jayce, even when the other barely let him finish his sentence as he demanded to know who the Herald was. That look on him was wild and desperate. Salo started to answer before making a small choking noise. He squeezed his eyes shut and Viktor took a few steps towards him in concern before startling as Salo opened his eyes. They'd become a cloudy blue and when he spoke again, it sent chills down Viktor's spine. That was his voice echoing Salo's. But he wasn't speaking. He wasn't speaking. "Jayce." His tone was gentle as it shone through and Viktor watched as Jayce's shoulders sank and that wild, angry look weakened in his eyes. 

"...V-Viktor?" He sounded so lost and broken when he spoke again. He could only seem to stare. "...Hey." 

"Hello, Jayce. I've... missed you." That false voice was filled with fake strain and longing. Viktor saw Jayce's hands tighten in the handle of the hammer. His body language had become guarded again. Viktor watched as Salo approached the other, his brow furrowed. "What happened to you?? You've been gone for months." Was that really how weak he always sounded?? Viktor started to moved forward, trying to intervene. The Hexcore was going to get him killed. It was going to get him killed. Jayce moved back a little and Viktor heard his voice speak in a soft tone. "Will you come see me in person? Will you come find me?" A bit of desperation had crept into that voice. "Please." That word seemed to genuinely shake Jayce and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

"...I want to. I want to so badly, you have no idea." Jayce finally managed in a shaking voice. 

"Then come to me, Jayce." Viktor was completely frozen. This was evil. This was absolutely evil. The Hexcore was leading Jayce straight to him. And good gods, Salo. Viktor was worried sick. This was dangerous. This was so painfully dangerous. "Please, I need to see you." Jayce nodded, saying that he'd come to him. The cloudy look disappeared from Salo's eyes and he blinked a couple times in confusion. He glanced up at Jayce before moving back to the module. Jayce could only seem to watch before jumping in shock as the warble of the Hexcore became distorted and started to flicker. It started to shrink and there was a loud rumbling that shook Viktor to his core as it seemed to swallow itself whole. There was a soft pop and it disappeared. Salo set the module down, having disconnected it completely. 

He picked it up before turning and starting to move forward. "Where are you going??" Jayce demanded in his gruff, scratchy voice. Salo cast him a side glance before replying that he was returning to the Herald. "With that thing??" Salo raised a brow before nodding. Jayce stared at him. "...I can't let you bring that to him." Salo rolled his eyes before awkwardly dipping around him. 

"I'm... sorry you feel that way." He said, clearly not sorry at all. Viktor felt his chest tighten and tears were already running down his face as he heard Jayce mutter in a quiet, sarcastic tone that he was sorry too. He watched as Jayce turned and raised his hammer. Viktor jerked himself backwards out of Salo's mind, left in his own starry expanse. 

He took in a violent inhale of breath before covering his mouth as he felt Salo's connection sever. He would not be returning to the commune. Viktor's hand was curled tight against his own chest as he stifled a soft hiccup. "Viktor?? Viktor!" Skye was felt gently taking his shoulders, though her hands were shaking. 

"He's going to kill me! Skye, h-he's going to kill me. The Hexcore just marked me for death, he won't think it's me!!" Viktor blurted out, instantly burying his head against his hand. "...I-I'm done for, Skye." He knew Jayce had been able to see right through the Hexcore. He knew that Jayce was on a warpath now. He didn't even know if he'd have a chance to speak when Jayce reached him. The Rune was still cracked, he had to still have a day or so. Viktor hugged himself. Why had it done that?? Why had the Hexcore done that?? How evil. Not only had it pretended to be him, but it had done it wrong. It was just one simple thing, but Viktor knew Jayce had noticed it immediately. And he couldn't believe that was what would get him killed. Good gods...

The greeting had been wrong. 

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Viktor stared at the ground for a moment before inhaling softly. "My... My timer has started." He whispered to himself. He pushed himself to his feet and Skye startled, asking what he was doing. "I want to help him as much as I can. Give them some... Some final moments with their father... I owe them that much." Viktor said, his hands tight on his staff. Skye stared at him before asking if he was so certain of his death. Viktor glanced over at her with sunken shoulders. "I've never... been so certain of anything in my life." Viktor's voice gave a small shake. Skye seemed to understand this and she gave a small nod. 

"You’re still a good man, Viktor." She said, managing a small smile. Viktor really didn't think he could believe that. He turned and made his way out of the entrance of the sphere. He emerged into the moonlight, exhaling softly as he moved down the steps and onto the path. He hoped his plan had worked. He couldn't let Salo's death be in vain. He couldn't. His hands gave a small tremor. He made it to the greenhouse, but paused at the door as Skye murmured that he was being watched. Vi was watching and she had someone else with her. Viktor shook his head, whispering that he didn't have time to care. He slipped into the greenhouse before pausing as he smelled meat. The dish had been left on the marble sculpture and Vander had hidden himself on the other side. Viktor could see the glow of his eyes as the other turned his head back to look at him. 

Viktor furrowed his brow. "Have you not eaten?" He kept his voice quiet and gentle. He couldn't freak out Vander with his own fear. Vander let out a huff in response before turning his head away. Viktor stared at him before moving over. He sat next to the dish, holding his staff in front of himself. "...When my people bring me food, I feel horrendously guilty, often times to the point of becoming ill. I feel it is wasted on me, as I no longer require food to live." Viktor said quietly. "Are you experiencing something similar?" There was silence before Vander actually seemed to sigh. "I want to try and help you again." The statement seemed to invoke a displeased growl before it stopped as Viktor spoke again, his voice having weakened. "For them." Vander fell silent. 

"...I spent my childhood alone and ostracized. Due to my ailment, the other children often left me behind. And this continued into my adulthood. But, uh... Powder. Powder grabbed onto me and never let me go. I was able to watch her grow." Viktor's voice was soft. "Perhaps not everyone is proud of who she has become, but Jinx is not that shaken little girl anymore and I am proud of her strength. And Violet..." Viktor paused. "I have not known Violet for very long. But she sympathized with me. Stood up for me. She even called me a brother. Family." Viktor's voice tightened on his staff and he glanced up. Vander's glowing eye met his, the other having turned his head back again. "...No one has ever accepted me so quickly. Called me... family. Even now, with my corrupted form... they see me." Viktor's voice adopted a slight tremor. "And I want you to be able to see them." 

Vander was quiet before turning his head away again. Viktor sighed and pressed his head to his staff. When he focused, he did feel a stronger energy coursing under his warped skin. He could see the purple glow within it and his eyes lowered to the ground. He startled as a massive hand appeared in front of him. He hadn't even heard Vander move, glancing up at those glowing yellow eyes in surprise. "You pushed me out before. I cannot have you do that. It exhausts me to be forced out. I want to help you, but you have to be able to let me in." Vander narrowed his eyes and Viktor nodded. "I know how frightening it is to have someone else in your head. But I do not hold malice or ill intent. I... hope you can believe that." Vander finally lowered himself into a sitting position and Viktor managed a weak smile.

Viktor set his staff to the side before picking up the bowl and holding it out. "I must insist you eat. This will be draining for the both of us." Vander sniffed at the bowl before his metal claws hooked into it, pulling it from Viktor's hands to the ground. He leaned down and Viktor heard small crunches. He was nervous. He was nervous and he had his hands clasped in front of him. He reached up, tucking his hair behind his ears. He stared at the beast quietly before his eyes drifted to the side. When Jinx had been little, she would always insist that Vander would've loved him. Now, Viktor was only worried about making a good impression. He jumped as the bowl was shoved to the side, now empty. He glanced up at Vander, whose glowing yellow eyes pierced into his. "I beg of you to let me in." Viktor said softly, holding up his hand. Vander stared at him before closing his eyes. 

Energy crackled along Viktor's arm and he pressed his fingers to Vander's forehead. He resisted the pull just for a few moments to rest his head against the back of his own hand and close his eyes. Instantly, he was pulled into that white expanse again. He furrowed his brow. He was still unsure if this was just how Vander's mind looked or if it was due to his fractured state. Viktor glanced around before locating Vander again. He still had his eyes closed and Viktor furrowed his brow before moving forward. Once he was in front of him, he reached out and Vander's brow twitched. "Don't. Don't pull away." Viktor's voice was soft, echoing around the space. Vander seemed to let out a shaking exhale through his nose. Viktor froze up as he heard that distant growling. He placed his fingers against Vander's shoulder and jumped as he heard voices. 

He couldn't quite make them out, but when he glanced to the side, he could see a scene playing out with no volume. Three people. Two men and a woman, sitting at a bar. One of the men was clearly a younger version of Vander, but the other... While Viktor had some confusion regarding his face, it was the outfit that cemented to him who this was. Jinx had let him wear that same shirt before. Was this Silco? He had long hair, tied back. Viktor's eyes trained on the woman and his chest ached. She looked just like Vi and Jinx. A perfect mix even. Was this their mother? He couldn't hear anything they were saying, but they all seemed to be laughing. The scene changed to a TV screen showing static before Silco appeared. The side of his face was torn open as he raised a glass, saying something. Viktor heard Vander let out a shaky inhale before he felt fingers pressing against his own shoulder. He turned to look back up, but Vander's open eyes were focused on something off to the other side. 

Viktor almost didn't want to look, but he glanced over. It was Jinx standing between him and Jayce on the entrance to the industrial area. They both watched as Jinx turned away from Jayce, smacking his shins with her braids and making him flinch as she moved over to Viktor. They couldn't hear what she was saying. Viktor could see the way Jayce watched her with that dangerous look, but Jinx showed no fear towards him. Viktor's hand shook against Vander's shoulder and he knew the other was watching him, but he couldn't tear his gaze from Jayce. The scene changed just for a split second to the moment Jayce's hands were around his neck and Viktor flinched away, pulling his hand back from Vander with a shaky noise. Viktor startled as he felt Vander's hand grab his and the other spoke in a voice strangled from disuse. "Don't... pull away." 

"M-My apologies." Viktor managed, still trying to control his shaking. He felt guilty. He was trying to help the other. He couldn't let his own memories get in the way. He could hear the growling growing louder and he closed his eyes. Around them, glowing lines started to spread from them, wrapping them in something akin to a birdcage. He flinched as he felt the whole thing rattle as the growling erupted into snarling. He opened his eyes, able to see those furious orange eyes and those massive jaws biting at the glowing bars. It was trying to force its way through, though it wouldn't focus on one area. There was a sickly green aura about the beast and Viktor swore he could feel how it poisoned the air. 

Around them, the starry expanse was appearing, but it remained white wherever the beast agitatedly paced outside the cage. Vander was watching it as well, his hand tight on Viktor's. "It can't reach us...?" He finally asked. Viktor spoke in a strained voice, saying he was doing his best to make sure it didn't. The cage was neither rigid or sturdy. If the beast focused enough, it could theoretically break through, but Viktor was hoping there wasn't enough of a line of thought for it to figure that out. "...Powder spoke to me the whole way here. Was talking about some brother from what I could make out. I-I thought it was been Mylo or Claggor, but... I think she may have been talking about you." Him? Viktor felt a weak warmth in his chest that seemed to manifest itself in swirls of bright blue around his white silhouette. It seemed to bring slight amusement to Vander as he tipped his head. 

Viktor quickly changed the subject, glancing away. "I will not be able to maintain this for long. It will likely disappear until I am able to make it stronger." Viktor finally admitted, his shoulders sinking. "It may dissipate, come morning." He put his face in his hand, letting out a small sigh through his nose. On one hand, this was good. This was working. It was progress. But on the other... He startled as a scene erupted next to him of Jayce panting out breaths of air in the cold treatment room. Disheveled and unhinged. He quickly cleared it, his hand sliding up into his hair as his other one moved to cover his throat. Vander stared at him. Viktor could see the crystallized fingerprints glowing on the other's shoulder. He didn't have time. He didn't have enough time. 

He startled as Vander put his hand on his shoulder. "You're being hunted." The other was frowning. He looked him over. "You think my girls won't defend you?" 

"I'm terrified they will." Viktor answered, his voice shaking. "I do not want them hurt because of me. I don't want them..." He trailed off, unable to even utter the word. At least before, Jayce had had the shitty excuse of only killing people who interfered with his work. This no longer seemed to be the case. Now, he was a loose cannon. Viktor was sure Jayce didn't care who he had to hurt or who he had to kill anymore. Vander was quiet. 

"You think I won't defend you?" He asked, making Viktor's eyes widen as he looked up at him in panic. 

"Don't. Good gods, don't." Viktor was absolutely horrified. He closed his eyes, taking a weak breath. "I-I mean this politely, but if you start to fight and you lose control, people will get hurt. I can't have people getting involved who have nothing to do with it." His hand was still slid up into his hair. "Y-Your support is appreciated, but I must help you tame this beast before you can try to use it." Vander looked him over before nodding, though he didn't seem quite pleased. "B-But this is good. You are looking at me. Responding to me." Viktor forcibly relaxed himself before reaching out and tapping at Vander's hand, making him blink. "Reacting to me." He managed a small sigh of relief. "I-I'm still able to find you here." 

Viktor's form flickered and he startled before raising his hands. "I-I think this must be it for today. I will try again tomorrow." He promised Vander. Vander nodded, glancing around him at the birdcage, which had become a piercing white. He moved back and Viktor's eyes snapped open. Vander's eyes were still closed, the beast breathing quietly. Viktor shakily pulled his hand back from the other's forehead before squeezing his eyes shut as his head momentarily spun. He had to lean to the side, his weight on his hands. He wasn't out of breath this time, but he was certainly dizzy. That was... that was the most control he'd ever felt. The most he'd ever had over these cursed abilities. Viktor opened his eyes and Skye was smiling, whispering that he was doing it. Viktor managed his own weak smile in return. He jumped as Vander yawned in front of him, showing off his sharp jaws. 

He reached out and Viktor was momentarily stunned silent as he was easily picked up by the waist in Vander's metal claws. The beast settled down on his side in front of the marble structure before placing Viktor down so he would lean against him. His grip loosened before pulling away, leaving Viktor to buffer for a moment. Instantly, he covered his face in embarrassment. Was he really that easy to grab by the waist?? Vi was even able to do it with her gauntlets. He glanced back at Vander, who'd closed his eyes and let out soft, grumbling breaths. This... This was good. This was good, he'd reached him. Not for very long, but he'd reached him. He'd shielded him. Gods, Viktor hoped the Warwick side of Vander wouldn't try to eat him once it awakened again in the morning. 

He paused as he heard soft tapping and glanced over. He blinked as Jinx bounced on her toes outside the hole where the blankets were hanging, peering in at him in excitement. She seemed absolutely overjoyed to see Viktor leaning against Vander, and even more so that the beast seemed comfortable enough to sleep with him nearby. Her magenta eyes were glowing bright. She gestured to Vander with a questioning look, clearly wondering if he thought he could help now. Viktor managed a small smile before nodding. Yes. Yes, he did think he could help now. Jinx gave two thumbs up, her grin huge before she disappeared again. He glanced back at Vander. Maybe he could do this, but... Jayce's face appeared in his mind again and he trembled. He couldn't... He covered his mouth, suddenly lurching and hunching over. His eyes were heavy and his vision was funneling. Viktor took in a shaky breath before he finally passed out, his body seeming like it had decided to crash all at once. 

Viktor was woken by hands shaking his arm. He opened his eyes before flinching and holding his hand up to shield them from the sunlight. Afternoon?? Already afternoon?? How long had he been sleeping?? He paused as he saw Vi, the other's brow furrowed as she knelt in front of him. "Viktor??" He managed to push himself up, holding a hand to his head. "Viktor, Vander escaped." What?? Viktor glanced behind him and, sure enough, Vander was gone. He... He had left?? Viktor could only stare blankly, actually stunned. How had a hulking beast like that snuck away from him?? Vi got his attention. "You... You've been passed out for a while. What happened last night??" 

What... Viktor paused before glancing up at her. "I... I reached him. He was there." He replied quietly. "I-I don't understand why he would-" 

"That doctor lured him back." Viktor froze up, Vi having to stop him from moving himself back as Caitlyn stared at him from the doorway. Even with his emotions dulled, his apprehension was clear. Caitlyn shared a glance with Vi, who seemed to raise a brow in a prompting manner. "...I'm sorry, Viktor. I've treated you unfairly. I've let my emotions get the better of me and you've suffered for it." Viktor paused, staring at her. Caitlyn stood proper with her hands behind her back. "...Jayce has been missing for months now. No one has seen him. The more I thought on it, the more I realized I may have been... blinded by nostalgia. That once he'd started his research, I would... barely see him." Caitlyn seemed like she was having a hard time trying to admit it and Viktor could only watch. "That... perhaps I do not know him as well as I thought." He'd relaxed his body so he wasn't in a guarded position anymore though. Caitlyn shrunk down as Vi gave her another look. "I'm sorry I blew up your house." 

Viktor paused. "...That place was not good for me." He finally responded. "The memories I associate with it were... unhealthy and I realize that now." He glanced up at her. "It may be for the best that it's gone now." So neither of them knew? No one but him knew that Jayce was back?? He didn't want to tell Vi. He didn't want to. He knew what she would do. And he didn't want her to tell Jinx. He glanced up as Vi spoke again, saying he was thinking about something. Viktor's eyes moved back to the ground. He raised his arms, hugging them against himself as he sat in a crisscross position. "Through a follower's eyes, I saw Jayce return yesterday." Caitlyn's eyes widened and she asked where. "In Piltover. I am unsure if he is still there." Viktor kept his head down. "He was ragged and his weapon is corrupted. I do not know what happened to him, but I fear he's..." Viktor's voice became strangled, even if he wasn't able to feel the fear that would've accompanied it. He couldn't speak for a moment. "...I fear he is coming to kill me." 

"We'll stop him." Vi instantly answered. Caitlyn, however, seemed to protest, asking how Viktor could possibly know that Jayce was coming for him. Viktor's hands tightened on his arms. He finally replied that Jayce would always try to find him. No matter what.

"...He killed my follower in cold blood." Caitlyn stared at him in shock. "Wherever he came from, something had happened to him. He is not the same. He... He's worse." And truly, that was a problem. That was a huge problem. Viktor glanced to the side. "I... I think this may be the end for me." Even as he said it, it hit him that he wasn't afraid. No, he wasn't afraid it was the end. He was afraid of who would bring it. Deep down, he'd always suspected it would be Jayce, but this situation was too much. Everyone in his commune was going to die. They were all going to die with him. Viktor hadn't realized he'd started crying again. Vi seemed panicked as she reached out to him. Viktor quickly wiped his eyes, replying that he was fine. 

He was momentarily speechless as Caitlyn knelt down in front of him, sharing a glance with Vi. "We're going to... We're going to protect you. However, we must get Vander back." Viktor glanced up at them. "You won't have to do anything. Vi and I will handle it. The other plan is to get that Noxian raiding party away from your commune." Viktor paused, staring at her. He asked if she'd brought a Noxian raiding party to his commune and Caitlyn paused before glancing away. "I... I did. But... I want to help now. This is... This is Vi's family. I want to..." Caitlyn seemed to have trouble getting the words out again and Vi reached out, gently touching her arm. Caitlyn glanced at her with weakened eyes. "I... want to help. We should have enough time to deal with Ambessa too before Jayce reaches this area." 

Viktor didn't even know who that was, but he nodded. They were going to protect him? He didn't believe that for a second. It wasn't that he didn't trust they would, but he was certain they would not make it back to him in time. It likely didn't even matter where in the commune he decided to go. He wouldn't crush their plans. Retrieving Vander and dealing with the Noxian party was of great priority. While it felt hopeless, there was some small part of him that hoped they did return before Jayce could get to him. Even now, there was no way Viktor could confirm that Jayce was coming to kill him, but all the signs seemed blatantly obvious. Especially if Jayce thought the Hexcore had already taken his place. If Jayce even gave him the chance to speak, Viktor was going to have to fight for his goddamn life with his words. 

"...I wish you both luck with your plan. Please return to the commune quickly. If they are too wary to enter, you'll be safe here." Viktor told them. Caitlyn seemed uncertain. "I mean you too, Caitlyn." Her eyes instantly snapped back up to him. "I told you that I hold no ill will. There's... nothing as undoing as love. Family, especially. Your loyalty is something I admire, even if your trust in him was... confusing to me." Viktor watched as Caitlyn's eyes filled with relief. "I know you to be a good person. Vi would not have stayed with you as long as she did if you were not. She doesn't seem the type." Vi blinked in surprise before her face flushed and she looked away. Viktor finally pushed himself to his feet, though it took everything he had not to stagger. Vi stood up and, to Viktor's dulled surprise, she held out her hands. 

He hesitated before placing his in hers and she squeezed them. "Remember. A brother of hers is a brother of mine. If you're family, we're gonna defend you like it." She told him firmly. Viktor could only stare before he nodded, thanking her in his softest voice. He asked that her and Caitlyn please be careful and the smile Vi gave suggested that they definitely were not going to be, but she appreciated it. She let go of his hands before moving to the door. Caitlyn stared at Viktor a moment longer before bowing her head. She was still clearly uncertain, but Viktor bowed his head in response. Caitlyn looked him over once more before turning and following Vi out of the greenhouse. If they hadn't been on a mission, Viktor was sure Caitlyn would've wanted to take the time to sit and speak with him. As the door shut, Viktor felt that presence behind him. 

"...You've damned me. You damned all of us with that stunt." Viktor managed in his calm voice, his eyes lowering to the ground. If he could've expressed how angry he was... He paused as he heard his own voice respond. 

"He won't be able to follow through. I'm sure of it." The Hexcore answered calmly. Viktor replied that it didn't know him as well as he did. "Perhaps. But I do know he craves you. Hunger like his can be exploited." Viktor replied that they were both going to die together. He paused as he heard his own voice give an amused hum. "Of course." He didn't like that. He did not like that. The Hexcore seemed to notice the way he froze up as it hummed again. "I still remain a mystery to you, Viktor. You overestimate your knowledge of me." Was it just him then? Would Jayce know that?? 

Viktor's hands shakily moved in front of himself to clasp together as he felt that presence disappear. His emotions were dulled, but he could feel them stabbing at him. He finally lowered himself to his knees and squeezed his eyes shut, his hands curled into his lap as he sat alone in the greenhouse. 

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Using his abilities twice in one day was proving extremely taxing on his body, but Viktor had to know. He was searching for Jayce, the other having yet to arrive. The trouble with his search, and the reason it was so taxing, was that he was attempting to travel the Arcane itself instead of the mind network he'd created among his followers. Each step through the white expanse felt like it was sending hellfire up his legs, but he persisted. Surely Jayce would have to rest before making it down to Viktor. He wouldn't just... He wouldn't just beeline for him, would he?? It would have been stupid of him if he did, but also Viktor wouldn't put it past him. Ahead of him, he could see faint strings leading from the ground up into the 'sky' of the white area. Each one seemed to represent a person. They were all moving and flickering and glowing. Viktor felt a little motion-sick watching all of them. There. 

He could see a blue glow and he moved forward. This string was momentarily interrupted by the Acceleration symbol, though it looked scratchy now. Viktor hesitated before reaching out and placing his fingers against it. Instantly, he was sucked downwards rather harshly, air being robbed from his throat again. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears instantly welling from the force of the wind before he was thrown down onto his knees. He took in a weak, shaking breath, his hands curling against the ground. Where was...? Viktor lifted his head before freezing up. He was... The rubble of the house was next to him. He'd been dropped just outside of it. Sitting against the burnt wood of the destroyed wall, Jayce had his head in his arms and his knees pulled up to his chest. He seemed to be sleeping. For a moment, Viktor's chest ached. Had Jayce returned to the house hoping to find him? 

That corrupted hammer was dug into the ground beside him. Viktor hesitated before raising his hands. His body was still silhouetted, though he was nearly transparent. He took a few steps forward, each one hesitant before he settled on his knees in front of Jayce. The Rune crackled and Jayce instantly lifted his head, seeming to blink open his eyes. They... Viktor could only stare at them. They had turned nearly yellow with how gold they'd become. The brown was gone. Jayce's eyes darted around suspiciously and he stretched out a bandaged hand to his hammer. Viktor's shoulders scrunched up and he moved back. Jayce definitely couldn't see him, but Viktor didn't want to take any chances. Seeing Jayce so destroyed, sitting in the rubble of their old house made his chest tighten and Viktor inhaled shakily. He reached up, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth before squeezing his eyes shut. 

Tears ran down his face as he muffled himself. It was painful. Despite everything, to see this was painful. "I miss you." Jayce's voice was scratchy, yet weakened. Viktor's eyes shot open, wide with shock. However, it didn't seem like Jayce had said it to him. Just aloud. Jayce also had tears running down his face. Viktor hoped that his aura wasn't affecting Jayce through his Rune. His shoulders had sunken. 

"D-Don't say such things. I-I'll believe you." Viktor managed quietly, his voice barely a whisper. And he would. If Jayce had said it in front of him as tenderly and genuinely as he did here, Viktor would fold again in an instant. None of the distractions or separation from the past months would've mattered. None of his progress he'd made untangling himself would've mattered. If Jayce said anything to him like that, Viktor would fall right back to him and he knew it. He paused and glanced up. Jayce was wide-eyed, staring around the rubble quietly. Had he heard him? Viktor's hands curled against his lap. "J-Jayce..." Good gods, the way his voice had barely come out in a pained whimper was so pathetic that it almost made him flinch. Jayce's eyes went wide and he let out a small exhale. "G-Gods, Jayce, your leg..." Viktor couldn't help how dismayed he sounded as he moved over, reaching out to the brace with a shaking hand. 

"A-Are you here?? Viktor??" Jayce asked, his eyes wide and desperate. Viktor knelt in front of his braced leg, placing his hands on either side of it before resting his forehead against it. He felt Jayce go stiff and he wondered if the other could feel him there. "V-Viktor??" His voice seemed to grow a little more desperate and Viktor felt Jayce's hand move through his shoulder, feeling like nothing more than wind. It only made him ache more. "M-My leg is fine for now. You don't have to worry about that. I-I fixed it for now." Jayce's voice was insistent. "G-Gods, Viktor, please talk to me. Please. I-I haven't heard your voice in..." He trailed off, his hands seeming to shake against the ground. "Viktor... please..." 

Viktor knew he shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't and he was already digging his grave, but he couldn't stand when Jayce sounded so weak. So hurt. If anything, his need to keep Jayce from sounding like that had multiplied tenfold in their months apart. Viktor's fingers weakly curled into his brace and Jayce's eyes widened. He reached out again, but once more, his hand went through Viktor like wind. "Jayce..." His voice was weak and Jayce exhaled shakily, more tears running down his face. 

"Th-That wasn't you in that room. Th-That wasn't you speaking to me. It couldn't have been you." The words feverishly spilled from Jayce's throat. "Y-You wouldn't have greeted me like that. You never responded like that, it couldn't have been you." And he was right. No matter how insane he sounded, Jayce was right. "F-Fuck, Viktor, talk to me!" It was much more desperate than it was demanding. "E-Every time I've heard your voice in the past months, it hasn't been you..." He sounded so defeated and Viktor let out a weak exhale. He was so ready to just throw it all away. He'd never wanted anything so bad in his life. 

"Jayce... I've missed you... I... can't... sleep without thinking of you. I can't... do anything." This wasn't true, but it sure felt true in that moment. It didn't matter to him how much he'd accomplished without Jayce. Not when he was right here. Not when he clearly needed Viktor as desperately as Viktor needed him. It was sickening. Jayce asked why Viktor had left him in a pained voice. "I-I thought it would've been better for me." And it had been. It really had been, but Viktor couldn't even begin to think that right then. He slid his thumbs along Jayce's leg within the brace and the other's breath hitched. "You are so... bad for me. You're like a poison and I just keep drinking you down." Viktor whispered. He heard Jayce let out a shaky breath. He whispered in a strained voice that he would be better. "But I don't want that." Viktor pressed his thumbs into his leg and Jayce flinched, letting out a strangled noise. "And you keep lying." 

Viktor glanced up at him. Jayce's ears were flushed red and he suddenly bit his hand, right where the bandage was. Was that why he had them?? Viktor inhaled shakily. He placed his hand on Jayce's knee and pushed himself up. He made sure the other could feel his body pressing against his leg. Every movement of his chest when he breathed, right against his knee. He stared at Jayce. "Gods, I hate you..." His voice was so weak that he could barely hear it himself as he slid his hand down Jayce's thigh. Jayce let out a muffled noise. "I hate what you've put me through. I hate what you've done to me." His hand stopped and he could see the bulge in the other's pants as Jayce seemed to try to control his breathing. Viktor had tears running down his face. He wouldn't dare touch Jayce, afraid the other would be upset with him again for taking control. "I hate you so... much." On the last word, he slightly pushed his fingers into Jayce's thigh and the other inhaled shakily. He whispered Viktor's name desperately and tears ran down Viktor's face as he watched him. "What?? What the hell do you want?" He asked, his voice strangled and breathless with defeat. 

"F-Fuck, please... please just... Please touch me." Jayce finally managed. He had his back completely pressed against the remains of the wall now, seeming to have drawn new blood under his bandages from biting his hand. Jayce had never allowed himself to swear so openly in front of Viktor, having explained to him before in a flustered tone that he felt it was unprofessional. It appeared he didn't care about that anymore. Viktor's chest ached, but he slid his hand down further and Jayce gasped. "Hah! V-Vik..." His voice became strained as Viktor brushed his ghostly fingers over his bulge. He pushed his fingers through Jayce's pants, moving them in circles. He could just barely feel the twitches beneath his fingertips. 

To see Jayce undone by his hand was bringing a sickly feeling to his stomach, but it was accompanied with such a violent excitement that Viktor felt like he was being torn in half. "Why did you warp me like this?? Why did you make me like this?" Viktor asked desperately, pushing his fingers deeper against Jayce's bulge and making the other's unbraced leg twitch. 

"B-Because I wanted you t-to be mine. Fuck, I wanted you to be mine. Just mine." Jayce managed to hiss out. "I hate when other people even look at you. I hate when they talk to you. I hate when you smile for them and not for me. I want everything from you." His voice was whispery and feverish again. Viktor slowly slid his fingers back, tracing them up Jayce's thigh as he whispered that he was awful. "A-And I'll get worse. I'll only get worse, I swear it." He fumbled with his pants and Viktor's face went hot as Jayce exposed himself, already looking like he was about to burst. He wrapped his hand around his length, panting. "T-Talk to me, Viktor. P-Please." 

Viktor pressed himself up against his leg more. "Y-You're violent and you're dangerous. You make me terrified to say anything. I can't... I can't predict you. And I hate that." He pushed himself up against Jayce's leg as his hands slid down his thigh, making Jayce groan as he pumped his length. "I hate you." Viktor's astral body was burning and he couldn't stand it, squeezing his eyes shut. "J-Jayce..." The way he said the other's name was so filthy that it made himself flush in embarrassment. Jayce gave a fullbody shiver beneath his hands. "What are you going to do to me when you reach me?? Are you going to hurt me?" His voice shook. 

Jayce was panting, each jerk of his length shaky and erratic. "D-Depends on if it's you." He whispered. His eyes opened and they almost seemed to glow with how they burned. "And if it is you..." He inhaled shakily. "I am going to make you scream, Viktor. I've waited so. Fucking. Long." The blunt statement made Viktor shudder. Viktor's fingers curled and he was terrified. He was so scared, but his body was shaking with need and anticipation. "If it's that thing and not you..." The unspoken threat made more tears come to Viktor's eyes. Jayce made another shaky noise, his length visibly twitching in his hand. "Viktor..." He groaned his name before speaking in a feverish tone that made Viktor shake to his core. "I am going to eat you alive." 

Viktor's thighs pressed against the sides of his braced leg as he let out a shaky breath. "J-Jayce..." He squeezed his eyes shut, his head pressed against his knee. "D-Don't do this to m-me." Jayce replied that he couldn't help it and an apologetic tone had crept into his breathless voice. "Jayce... I hate you..." Jayce whispered that he knew. "I hate you so much." Jayce groaned and his body finally gave a shudder as Viktor heard him gasp. His release had spattered his hand and Jayce laid his head back against the scorched wall, panting. Viktor's hands had curled back into his brace and his breathing was heavy, but he couldn't do anything like this. Not in this form. Not here. He bit back his noise of frustration. 

"I'll make this up to you, Viktor. I swear, I'll make you know only my touch." Jayce stated, his voice breathless and dangerous again. Viktor swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. "It better be you when I get there. I swear, it better be you. If it isn't, I won't hesitate." His breathless voice became scathing and threatening. Viktor knew a promise when he heard one. He whispered that he knew and for Jayce not to speak to him like that. Jayce panted before his voice became apologetic again. "S-Sorry." The way Viktor had to forcibly yank himself back to the astral plane was shameful. 

The moment he arrived back, he was on his knees. He slid his hand down, pushing it inside himself with a shaking gasp. He could feel his fingers disturbing his own core. He was already so close and it wasn't even a minute before he felt that energy riling up in his body. He let it out in a burst, yanking his hand from himself before his eyes shot open. Viktor was left panting. He covered his mouth, his face completely burning. He was still in the greenhouse and he could only softly pant for a moment. For the first time since he'd gotten this body, Viktor was so goddamn grateful for its lack of extremities. He slid his hand up into his hair, his chest buzzing loudly. 

Jayce had lost it. Viktor had never heard him speak so honestly. He wasn't hiding anything anymore. His words were terrifying. His eyes were terrifying. Viktor held a hand up to his chest, able to feel the tears still running down his face. They were mixing with something else and he internally swore as he watched his gold blood stain the dirt beneath him, trickling from his nose. He tipped his head down, cupping a hand beneath his head. He was still trying to control his breathing. Maybe he had a chance. If the Hexcore didn't mess this up for him, he had a chance. Viktor's chest was still buzzing so hard that it felt like it was rattling his ribcage. Now that he was away from him again, shame and panic started to flood his face, making him cover it with a hand. If he glanced up, he'd see it had become the evening again. 

He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking. He thought he'd been getting better. He thought... he could be without him now. He was able to help people on his own. Lead them. He was capable. Helpful. But good gods, the moment he'd been in front of Jayce again, it was like he'd become absolutely useless. "How did you do this to me?" Viktor whispered, his voice muffled by his hands. His shoulders were sunken. He paused as he felt that presence and he practically smeared his golden blood across his cheek trying to hide it. "Go away." 

"And once again... using my abilities... to go back to him." The Hexcore sounded disappointed, but not very surprised. It had started speaking in Viktor's voice before it had slowly transformed into Jayce's. Viktor froze as Jayce knelt next to him. It was that one from the seven years past. He watched him with warm, golden-brown eyes and spoke in a comforting tone. "This could be really easy, Viktor. No one has to get hurt." It released such an ugly feeling in Viktor's chest that he almost had to shut off all his connections with how dull they were. Just so his followers wouldn't have to suffer through it with him. "Everyone can keep living." Jayce's eyes drifted to the side and he shrugged. "Well... almost everyone." Not him. Everyone but him. Viktor's hands were curled tight into his robe. "But you're a hero, aren't you? At least, you would be for them." 

Viktor froze up as he felt those hands on his shoulders and that breath against the back of his neck. He wasn't scared of the Hexcore, but if Jayce found out it was like this with him, he would lose his mind. Viktor shook his head, firmly saying it had lost the privilege to touch him. "Oh, it's a privilege now? How did he just earn it?" The Hexcore's voice became flat and unamused as Viktor paled. "It doesn't seem like it's too hard to earn as long as I'm in this form." He felt Jayce's lips press against the back of his neck before his teeth followed. Viktor made a shaking noise as he felt a soft bite. "You don't resist me at all." Viktor squeezed his eyes shut and his back arched a little as he felt Jayce's hand roughly brush down his spine. "Where did all that fight go?" 

He felt him bite his ear and Viktor covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Jayce's hands slid around his hips before settling on his thighs. Viktor bit back a noise as Jayce's hands pushed down between them, his thumbs roughly massaging the sensitive areas. "It doesn't have to go like this. If you just... let me in." Jayce's voice was light as his hand drew up Viktor's thigh before moving back to his hip. He pushed the robe up, exposing Viktor's side. He gave a small chuckle of amusement. "This waist embarrasses you? I find it charming." Viktor hid his face as he felt Jayce's hand practically swallow his hip.  "We can trade. You can have access to the Arcane. I can have access to this world. Fully. Physically. I can get rid of him. I can make you the hero." His voice was light and suggestive. 

He moved his hand up. "Here. Lean back." Jayce's voice instructed softly. The way he guided Viktor was so gentle that it almost made him cry. He really felt like he was going to. His body was burning up. He felt his back against Jayce's chest. Jayce's other hand suddenly slid under the belts on his waist, giving it a squeeze. Viktor's toes curled and his legs started to unconsciously pull themselves up. "No, no." Jayce's voice was lightly scolding. He pushed his legs back out before his free hand moved under the blanket. Viktor let out a sharp gasp as he felt those fingers rub against the blank space between his legs. Even with nothing there, it was still terrifyingly sensitive and he squeezed his eyes shut. It didn't seem like the other was letting up, his rubbing only growing deeper 

"H-Hah...!" Viktor tried to hide his face again, feeling lips pressing against the back of his exposed shoulder. 

"He won't know what to do with this body of yours." The Hexcore sounded amused. Viktor felt a chill go down his spine. "But I do." The words were whispered against his throat. "If you just listen to me, you wouldn't have to worry about these mortal desires anymore. No more unnecessary need. I can take care of all of it." He slid his thumb up in a deep, straight line between his legs and it sent such a violent spark through Viktor's body that his legs instantly drew up and his thighs slammed shut. He heard Jayce's voice chuckle. Viktor was panting so loud that he was genuinely afraid someone would hear. He'd forced down all his connections and it was taking everything he had to keep them that way. "Viktor..." This voice was smooth and warm, unlike Jayce's scratchier and gruffer voice. Viktor felt like he was about to lose it as he squeezed his teary eyes shut. "Open up for me, Vik." The statement was so gentle and prompting that Viktor's legs were already opening before he realized. "How about... here?" 

Viktor's eyes widened as he felt those fingers push inside of him, having become ghost-like. The sensation sent a shockwave through his body and it filled him to the brim before he released the energy with a small shriek. He collapsed against the ground, shaking. Multicolored webbing had spread across the ground in every direction from him. Viktor covered his mouth as he sat back up, staring at it. He felt Jayce's hand slide from under his belts and the other slipped out from under his robe. He instantly tried to fix them, covering his leg and hip back up with a flushed face. "And still you refuse? You'll only get one more chance before he shows up, Viktor." The Hexcore sounded scolding and Viktor hissed that he would not give in, his voice shaky. "Mm, we'll see." 

Its presence disappeared and Viktor was left alone. He was shaky. He was exhausted. He felt like he'd just been drained. He covered his face, his legs quivering. He didn't even know if he could stand up. He was horrified at how bad the Hexcore had almost made him fold. All it really took was Jayce's form, wasn't it? He let out a shaky breath. He had to clean up. He couldn't sit here like this. He raised his hand to his nose before pushing himself up. He nearly fell straight over and he quickly turned, making a grab for his staff before using it to steady himself. He had to put nearly his whole body weight against it as he shivered in place. He moved over to the blankets, pulling one down and wiping his face. His fingers curled tightly into the fabric. 

Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, the first soft hiccup escaping him. He hoped the Hexcore would at least allow him some time with Jayce before it inevitably got him killed. 

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When Viktor finally left the greenhouse, his steps were slow and shaky. He glanced up at the moonlight drifting through the fissure before his gaze moved out to the quiet huts in his commune. His hand tightened on his staff and he turned his head back to the ground. His steps were quiet as he made his way back up towards the sphere. All he could feel was shame and guilt. A bitter panic in his chest. A sickly dread in his throat. The Hexcore was going to get him killed. Jayce was going to kill him. The moment he thought it wasn't Viktor anymore... One of Viktor's hand detached from his staff and curled up into the front of his robe. He stopped on the steps of the sphere, turning to look back. Did... Viktor furrowed his brow. Did he think Jayce would make it out of here after killing him? With Jinx nearby, the chances were low. Especially if she lost it. 

Viktor gave a small sigh before turning and making his way up into the sphere. He disappeared inside before reaching his usual spot. He sank down onto his knees. There was a small chill up his spine and he glanced over. "You look exhausted, Viktor." Skye sounded dismayed. She knelt next to him. "Is there anything I can do?" Viktor weakly requested that she just sit with him for a little bit. "Of course." Skye was quiet for a few moments before glancing up at him. "You really still believe that he'll-" 

"Undoubtedly. The Hexcore plans to get me killed." Viktor said quietly, leaning his head against his staff. "It has made this clear to me." He squeezed his eyes shut. "What will become of everyone?? I... Can I be so selfish as to take them all with me?" He inhaled shakily, his eyes going wide as he heard himself say it out loud. Good gods, he sounded insane. People were going to die. So many people that relied on him and had trusted him would die. The gravity of it was finally hitting him and his chest exploded into loud buzzing as his hands shakily slipped down his staff. He gagged, kept his eyes closed and forced his mouth shut. He felt Skye's hand on his back, trying to comfort him. Viktor whispered that he must've been out of his mind. "Th-They'll all die if I d-don't agree. A-All of them came to me for help, I can't... It would be the worst kind of betrayal..." His voice trailed off into a whisper. "They all want to live, that's why they came to me." 

Of course, he wanted to live too. Of course he wanted to live. But... His eyes raised to fix on the entrance of the sphere, his hands tight on his staff once more as he leaned against it. He really felt like he was going to be sick, but with his lack of eating, he wasn't sure how. "Do you really think the Hexcore will let them all live?" Viktor froze up as Skye asked the twisted question that had been haunting the back of his mind. "...What if it's lying to you?" Viktor asked in a strangled voice what the hell he was supposed to do then. He slid a hand up into his hair, curling his fingers up. They really had no chance of knowing. Viktor finally let go of his staff, it clattering to the ground as he leaned on his knees. "Your... only chance may be to try and convince Jayce not to kill you. That you’re not the Hexcore, no matter what it tries to do." Skye said softly. 

"Jayce has become unrestrained. He's dropped all facades and care. I fear he may even be ill. I don't... I don't think I have a chance, Skye." Viktor whispered quietly, his voice weakened. "He's been provoked by the Hexcore before. He will not control himself if it does it again." Skye was quiet. "I think... I may have to make the agreement..." Skye instantly said his name in a hushed, horrified tone. Viktor's hands curled against the ground, saying he couldn't have more people die. "It did not betray me when I asked to have my emotions dulled. Perhaps it will listen to me still." Viktor said weakly. He reached up and started to slide the blanket off his shoulders, Skye staring at him in horror. 

"Viktor, you don't know that. Y-You could be pl-playing right into its hands." Skye quickly stated, Viktor pushing himself to his feet. When he blinked, Skye was suddenly standing as well. "Viktor, please, don't do this." He was already moving forward and he trembled as he noticed the strings already drifting down towards him. He hadn't even called out to them yet. They almost felt menacing. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. 

"I have no choices, Skye. I have never had any choices." He spoke in a shaking voice. "At least allow me to pretend I am making one myself..." Skye said his name in a weak, devastated voice and he turned back to face her, flinching as the strings started to connect to the holes along his back. It burned and he could already feel tears welling in his eyes. "If I am not to see you again, it's... been a pleasure, Miss Young, and... thank you for remaining my friend." Skye had tears in her own eyes as she watched the strings lift Viktor off the ground. Her hands were clasped so tightly in front of her that her knuckles were pale. Viktor finally took in a shaking breath. He wished he could've said goodbye to everyone. And he prayed that Jayce would be successful in his destruction. And that someone else would be able to end him. He closed his eyes and felt himself be pulled backwards. 

However, this time it felt different. And he was right. Instead of tunneling backwards completely, a hand suddenly grabbed him, pulling him in a different direction. Viktor opened his mouth to yell out, but there was no noise here. He gasped as he was unceremoniously spit out, rolling across the ground. He laid on his back, panting shakily. He still had his eyes squeezed shut. He swallowed before his hands curled into the ground. That was... grass?? He inhaled softly before opening his eyes. The sky was blue here, wisps of clouds seen streaking across it. Viktor pushed himself up on shaky arms. He was... He was still in his robe. He was not in his usual silhouetted astral form. No, he felt... solid. 

His eyes raised and he scanned the area. No, this place wasn't natural. No, he could... He could see the webbing pattern hidden all over. Painting the petals of flowers and the broken structures covered in vines. He couldn't even tell where he was. Viktor paused before pushing himself to his feet. His steps were shaky and uncertain as he moved forward. The grass was soft and the colors of the plants were vivid. Viktor was hopelessly confused, but this was the only time he hadn't felt absolutely terrified of his surroundings. Was anyone else here? His hands moved up as he hugged his arms against himself. A soft breeze blew through his hair and he tucked it behind his ears again. He continued to hug himself as he walked forward another few steps. There? 

A bit aways, he could see a human shape. Knelt down on the ground, half encased in an opaque, broken orb. No, it... That couldn't have been someone. Not with those roots growing out of the back. But still, it was the only human shape he'd seen. The only familiar thing. Viktor made his way towards it. He tipped his head, coming to a stop. Was this... a statue? Its arms were outstretched. Based on the large hole in the ground in front of it, it looked as if it had been holding something, but both its hands and whatever that object had been was gone. Viktor's hands moved from holding his arms to clasping in front of him. He did one more look around at the garden before his gaze returned to the statue. He settled on his knees in front of it. 

He'd sworn it was plant-based at first, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like it was partially mechanical as well. The rust and iodization was spread across it in that familiar webbed pattern. It still had... a face? Viktor paused before reaching out to it. Something about this statue invoked a deep sadness in his chest and he wasn't sure why. He furrowed his brow before moving forward, slipping between its arms. Good god, the pain he felt near this thing was unbearable. He studied its arms before reaching where the hands would've been. His shoulders sank. It looked like they'd been snapped off at the wrist. Viktor wasn't sure why that upset him so much. He reached up and cupped where its face would've been. He swore he could see eyes. "...You were alive. Are you still there?" His voice was weak. This felt so familiar and he couldn't figure out why. 

As expected, there was no answer. He lightly cupped the side of its head before freezing up as he heard his own voice. "This is a first. Another version of myself being in this place." It was weathered and weary, but unmistakably him. Unfortunately, this struck the fear of the gods straight into Viktor's chest and he jerked backwards, whipping around before pushing himself back against the statue with a violent tremor. A white, hooded figure stood in front of him, holding a staff. The cloak appeared stained with that colorful, translucent webbing again. 

When it lifted its head, Viktor could only stare at his own face. It was aged. Bearded and somewhat sunken. However, those eyes seemed to shift between shades of amber and orange. He was watching him in slight sadness. "Out of every timeline... yours was the one I prayed I'd never encounter." He sounded so tired. Viktor stared at him before his shoulders scrunched up. He didn't understand. He really didn't understand. Why was he here?? Where was here?? Was this another illusion?? "I am not the Hexcore. You are safe from it here." His older self assured him. He moved past him. "Would you like some tea?" Tea...? For a moment, Viktor could barely process the word. 

He turned to look back at himself, raising a hand and resting it on the statue's arm. He wouldn't leave its hold yet. Something about it felt safe. The other turned to look back at him and those eyes softened. Not quite pity, but sympathy and pain. "...This is the most expressive I've seen any version of myself at this point." He sounded fond. "And the empathy you feel... I wish you had experienced more positive emotions." He turned to face him. "Would you like tea?" He repeated the question in a softer, more prompting tone. The buzzing in Viktor's chest had slightly calmed and he finally glanced to the side. 

"I-If it isn't too much trouble." He finally replied. His older self seemed to smile, shaking his head and replying that it wasn't. He gestured for Viktor to follow and Viktor hesitated. He finally pushed himself to his feet with the help of the statue's arm. He glanced back down at it before placing his fingers against its shoulder and brushing his knuckle over it. He felt like he had to show some kind of gratitude to it. He whispered soft thanks before turning away. He finally moved out from its arms and followed after his older self. The other led him through the flora, finally arriving in a small clearing with a fire. The dishes that were set next to the small set up had clearly been formed using the Hexcore's magic, being the same opaque glass that made up the shattered orb around the statue. His older self filled both cups before holding one out to Viktor. 

Viktor reached out, taking it into his darkened hands. He could see the steam rising from it, but still no temperature was felt against his fingers. He hesitated before taking a small sip. The tea was sweet and his older self placed down the staff as he settled down. Viktor blinked before sinking to his own knees, not wanting to be rude by continuing to stand. The buzzing had fully settled back to humming in his chest. "...Were you expecting me?" He asked quietly. His older self chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Not in the slightest. You or him." Him? Viktor furrowed his brow in confusion. "Did you know that yours is the only timeline variation where he is like that?" The question was soft and it became clear who he was talking about. He asked anyway if the other meant Jayce and his older self nodded. "If I had known earlier that it was going to be this version of him, I wouldn't have saved him. I wouldn't have given him the Rune." Viktor paused. Jayce had spoken often of the mage that had saved him and his mother in childhood. The one that had... His hands tightened on the cup. It had been him? Had it always been him? He glanced up. The other was watching him in quiet sympathy again. Viktor couldn't keep his gaze and he glanced away, taking another shaky sip of the tea. Timelines...? He really didn't... get it. He heard himself chuckle. "Very expressive. I know this is confusing-" 

"Why am I here?" Viktor couldn't stop the tremor in his voice. "You... You need something of me." His older self was quiet before nodding. 

"He did not listen to me. He refused. I knew something was wrong the moment he looked at me." The mage's voice was quiet. "I told him what must be done to prevent this future... my future. And he refused. He nearly became violent right then and there." Viktor stared at him before staring down at his cup. They were talking about Jayce. Had he just been here? Was this where he'd gone after he'd left the ravine? He paused and asked what this future was. His older self gave a small sigh. "...I am the only one left." Viktor glanced up at him. The only one? As in... the... only one? He must've looked dumbfounded because his older self nodded. "Beyond this garden is a wasteland. Valleys of ash. Dry rivers. Fields of nothing." The very idea brought a tremor to Viktor's hands. Nothing? There was nothing?? He must've looked terrified. 

"Is... Will this be my fate as well?" Viktor asked softly. He didn't even know if he could take another sip with how sick he felt. The mage shook his head, replying that it wouldn't be if Viktor listened to him. "I... believe myself to be a much better listener than Jayce." The other allowed himself a small smile and nodded. 

"If you allow the Hexcore control, as you plan, this is the end." He gestured around them. "However, this future can be prevented." How? Viktor stared at himself quietly before it clicked. The mage had fallen silent, watching him. Viktor lowered the cup down to his lap, his hands shaking around it. So he did have to die? He really had... no choice? Why did he never have...? Viktor inhaled softly and tears of frustration had started down his face. His older self watched him. "Truly, your timeline is special... You have retained your emotions and humanity far longer than any other version I've seen." He sounded awestruck, even if his face remained calm. "You've been strong." Him?? Good gods, him?? Strong?? Viktor muttered that he had to be joking as he shook his head. 

His shoulders were sunken. "...And it is only mine that is like this? Is he... kinder in other worlds?" Viktor glanced up and the warm, but pained look in the mage's eyes told him everything he needed to know. It was... unfair. It was so unfair and he closed his eyes. His older self murmured that he was sorry it had been like this. A Jayce that was kind and caring? Genuine? He probably wasn't even violent anywhere else. Anywhere else. "And what did you tell him? That he had to kill me?" His older self nodded and Viktor glanced away. "And he refused." 

"He didn't just refuse. I had to send him back before he could attack me." His older self answered. Viktor stared at the ground. 

"...That sounds like him." He muttered in quiet defeat. He set his cup down on the grass, his head low. His shoulders remained sunken. "If I die, my commune..." He trailed off and nearly flinched as his older self said that it was sometimes necessary to make sacrifices for the greater good. "But they trust me. They trust me to help them. Heal them. Take care of them..." Viktor's voice was strained. "A-And I am to just... let them...?" He heard his older self pause before he heard shuffling. Soon, the mage settled down next to him, his hand on his back. 

"Your heart is soft. No other versions would struggle like this." Viktor glanced over at him and the other shook his head. "It's not an insult. To be as caring as you... it was a privilege I lost long ago... All of my care only settled for one person." His older self's voice softened and Viktor blinked. He asked what his Jayce had been like. "Selfless. Naïve. Like you, he was kind-hearted. Hopelessly... loving." Viktor stared at the ground. That sounded nice. Truly, it did. Viktor finally whispered that he didn't want to die. "I know. And I'm sorry. If you don't, your world will be reduced to nothing but rubble... and you will be alone. Like me." Viktor's hands tightened on his robe. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt more tears running down his face. It wasn't fair. Good gods, it wasn't fair. He raised a hand to his mouth, muffling his pained sobs. He could feel his older self watching him and he didn't even have to look to sense the dismay. "You, most of all, deserve peace on the other side." Viktor didn't believe that and he finally managed to calm himself down. "Are you ready?" 

"Of course not." Viktor answered weakly. He finally wiped his eyes. The mage stood and offered his hands. Viktor reached up and took them, getting to his feet as well. 

"...I wish I had as many people that would miss me like you do." His older self said quietly. "No one would remember me." Viktor glanced up at him. "You found family. It's more than many variants of you could say." Viktor stared at the ground before nodding. "You have to be strong. He did not listen to me, but he will listen to you. I'm sure of it." Viktor knew. "Close your eyes. He's arrived." Viktor shut his eyes and he was suddenly pulled down. He couldn't breathe and it felt like every part of him was being funneled down a narrow tunnel that filled him with nothing but fear. It stopped abruptly as he hit the ground again, letting out a small, muffled noise of pain. He opened his eyes. He was back inside the sphere, on his knees.

Where was...? Viktor closed his eyes. He stretched out to every connection, trying to find him. Through each follower's eyes, he was struggling to focus. Finally, he landed on Magpie and he froze up. That hammer was aimed straight at him, open and ready to fire. Jayce was panting shakily, seeming like he was trying to focus. The hammer slowly deactivated as he lowered it back to the ground. Viktor hesitated before whispering for Magpie to bring Jayce to him. The boy instantly stretched out a hand, seeming to startle Jayce. Viktor snapped back, shaking his head with a furrowed brow. He shakily pushed himself to his feet, not even bothering with covering his top half back up with the blanket. He took his staff. The strings were still attached to his back and he glanced at them uneasily. Why were they still attached?? 

Viktor moved forward as much as he could. He wasn't able to make it to the entry way, but he could see outside enough. He froze up as he saw the door to the greenhouse distantly get thrown open, followed by a flash of bright blue. Jinx's eyes were glowing and she was sprinting full speed towards the sphere. She looked panicked. Every several steps, it seemed like she would disappear and teleport forward. The door opened again, Vi standing in it. Viktor's eyes moved to focus in front of him and slowly, Jayce appeared. He staggered up the steps before slowly moving into the entryway. The moment he saw Viktor, his golden eyes seemed to burn right into him. His hands were tight on the hammer. Behind him, Viktor could see Jinx approaching and he lifted a hand, his eyes falling to the ground. 

There was a crunching noise as a wall of webbing started to stretch out, filling the entrance before solidifying. And... he could hear Jinx scream out for him before it sealed completely. They were trapped in the sphere together now. Viktor's chest was buzzing and his hand tightened on his staff as he stared at Jayce. The other seemed like he was finished looking him over and those dangerous, carnal eyes met Viktor's once more. "Hey." His voice was scratchy and breathless. This was where the Hexcore had messed up, but Viktor knew what he wanted. He gave a weak sigh through his nose as his hand remained tight on his staff. 

"...H-Hey." 

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The way Jayce's eyes seemed to relax was like a punch to the gut. He started to move forward, but Viktor only moved back. "J-Jayce... don't..." His voice was weak. "Please don't." The closer Jayce got, the strings started to slowly disconnect from Viktor, pulling back as there was a loud clang. It was followed by a soft clatter. Jayce had dropped his hammer, his arms instantly wrapping around Viktor, causing him to drop his staff. Viktor froze up, not having expected a hug. The other's head was buried in his shoulder. Viktor wasn't sure what to do for a moment before he reached up, shakily sliding his arms around Jayce. After a moment, Jayce pulled back to look at him, reaching up and sliding his bandaged hands over Viktor's cheeks and into his hair. His wild golden eyes seemed to be looking him over again and his lips had parted. 

Viktor wasn't sure why he was staring so much before it hit him. Even though he'd been partially keeping watch over Jayce, the other had not seen him in months. Not even when they'd spoken before. Jayce's fingers were shaking. "Your hair and your eyes... Pale." Jayce muttered softly. He seemed to hesitate for once before leaning forward. Viktor could only take in a sharp breath as he felt Jayce's lips against his own. His eyes slid shut instantly and he tipped his head to the side. Jayce's hands slid down his body and Viktor shivered as he felt Jayce slide one under the belts on his waist. The other one moved further, starting to slip between the opening in the blanket to rest far up on his thigh. Jayce deepened the kiss and Viktor was left gasping for air once he pulled back. Jayce was staring at him. He leaned back in, pressing their lips together once again. "You're so fucking beautiful, Viktor." He whispered against his lips, his voice shaky. 

No. No, not like this. Anything but like this. Viktor inhaled shakily and he could feel the tears starting down his face again. He shivered as Jayce's hands cupped his face, wiping them away. "N-No... No, y-you’re not supposed t-to be like this. S-Stop b-being so gentle. Y-You c-can't do this." Viktor could barely speak as he held back more tears. "You a-aren't like this." Jayce stared at him. 

"You like when I'm gentle." Jayce replied, not breaking eye contact as he moved his hands up. He knelt down in front of Viktor, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his clothed stomach. "...This is my blanket. You still have it." Viktor felt his face flush in embarrassment before crying out in shock as Jayce's hand slipped under his thigh, placing it over his shoulder. Viktor inhaled shakily as he was roughly slammed backwards against the wall, Jayce's head having slipped under the blanket. 

"J-Jayce??" Viktor didn't know what was happening for a moment before he felt a rush of heat move through his body. His legs gave a violent quiver as he felt Jayce's breath between his legs. "W-Wait. Wait, I- HAH!!" Viktor threw his head back, a shriek leaving him as he felt Jayce start to desperately lap at the blank area. "Ah!! J-Ja- hah!" Viktor fumbled over his words so badly that he just shut his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut. It opened again in a moment to drag in shaking breath as he felt Jayce start to nip and suck. He was so sensitive and each time Jayce tampered with the area, another rush would take over Viktor's body. He could barely breathe and he raised a hand to his mouth, whimpers leaving him with every breath. Then, he felt the bite. "JAYCE!!" His cry had been more out of shock than anything, but it was certainly strangled. 

Jayce seemed to apologize for the bite by slowly drawing his tongue over it. Viktor's thighs were twitching madly and tears ran down his face. "J-Jayce, y-you can't... You can't..." He inhaled shakily as he felt Jayce bite along his inner thigh, licking each bitemark afterwards, as if in apology. His head suddenly moved back up and Viktor had to bite back another scream of his name as Jayce started to suck between his legs again, nipping the sensitive skin with his teeth. Viktor kept trying to press himself further back against the wall to get away and he finally decided to take a risk. He reached down, curling his hand into Jayce's greasy hair and yanking his head out from under the blanket. "Enough!!" Jayce seemed shocked as he stared up at him and Viktor quickly released his hair, turning his head to the side as he slid his leg off Jayce's shoulder. "E-Enough with that spot... Pl-Please..." His voice came out as more of a beg than he would've liked to admit. 

Jayce didn't move for a few moments and when Viktor glanced at him, he could actively see Jayce struggling to control himself. His face twitched between angry and lustful, making Viktor shrink back even more. Jayce slowly stood up, moving forward. His hand slid up Viktor's back and into his hair before he yanked Viktor's head back, making him gasp in shock. Instantly, Jayce's teeth were felt against his neck, the bites deep and unapologetic. "Hah..." Viktor felt tears in his eyes again. Jayce was tipping his head in whatever direction he wished and his other hand settled on Viktor's stomach. 

"Do not pull me away again." Jayce's voice was a growl against his throat and, for a moment, Viktor was genuinely afraid he would lose it. He whispered out a weak apology, his hands curling against the fabric of Jayce's dirty clothes. His body was scrunched up in fear and he felt Jayce pause. He let out a shaky breath against his shoulder, seeming to be composing himself before he pressed a kiss to his corrupted skin. "S-Sorry... sorry, I just... I haven't seen you in... I was... excited..." Jayce stumbled over his words as he squeezed his eyes shut, his voice muffled in Viktor's shoulder. His hands had moved down to hold Viktor's waist. "Don't tense up like that... please... just tell me what would feel good. I'll do it. Please." Jayce's voice became pleading and desperate. "I need you." 

Viktor trembled. He whispered for both of them to sit down. The way Jayce lowered both of them to their knees was so gentle that he almost started crying again. Viktor reached out. He kept glancing up at Jayce as he undid his belt. Jayce's expression was unreadable, but it seemed like he was trying so hard to let Viktor do what he wanted. His bandaged hands curled into the ground. Viktor swallowed as he exposed Jayce, a little shocked at how stiff the other already was. He pulled his hands back before glancing to the side. He reached up, unclipping the belts from his waist. He'd never been so self-conscious about his body until right then. He hesitated and his hands shook as he curled them into the fabric of the blanket. He finally pushed it off himself completely before inching forward. 

He was shaking as he climbed up, straddling Jayce's waist and cushioning his length right against the blank space between his legs. He felt like he was burning up, feeling Jayce twitch against him. Before he could even move, Jayce's hands instantly grabbed his hips, stopping him. "Please let me do this!" Viktor blurted out, seeming to startle the other. "...Please. I just want... J-Just a little control. Just a little, please." Jayce's face was flushed and his lips were parted as he stared up at him with narrowed golden eyes. "Jayce... just let me have something." Jayce's gaze was unreadable before he glanced to the side and his hands slowly released Viktor. Viktor placed his hands on Jayce's shoulders before he began to move himself. He dragged his textured skin up against Jayce's length and the other's breath shuddered. 

Viktor could feel Jayce twitching as he rubbed up against him and he momentarily lamented the loss of his previous body. This was the best he could do. He felt terrible about it. He kept his breathing forcibly controlled and he felt Jayce's hand cup the back of his head. He was already opening his mouth in anticipation for the kiss before he gasped as Jayce's grip tightened on his hair, halting their lips inches apart from each other. Viktor's hips faltered as he tried to not to feel frustration. Of course Jayce was petty like this. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on rolling his hips. He reached down with one hand, resting his fingers on the topside of Jayce's length as he continued to rub against the underside. It felt so good and Viktor couldn't help the shaky noise that left him. Jayce's length suddenly gave a heavy throb and he heard the other exhale shakily. 

Jayce's fingers finally loosened on his hair, but Viktor didn't dare complete the kiss without permission. He opened his teary eyes, staring down at Jayce as his free hand settled on his cheek. Jayce was staring at him and he was seeing him. It felt like he was feeling every part of Viktor through his eyes alone. It made Viktor give a shiver, another weak breath escaping him. Jayce finally leaned up and pressed their lips together, making Viktor's shoulders sink in relief. The whine he let out would never be discussed by him ever again. Ever. Viktor's thighs were shaking as he slid himself back, his other hand lifting from Jayce's twitching length. Jayce's kiss became desperate and heavy, Viktor's eyes widening before squeezing shut as Jayce's tongue overpowered his. Every time Jayce's tongue pushed under his own, Viktor would weaken.

He pressed his body up against Jayce's and, luckily, that seemed to be acceptable, Jayce's hands instantly sliding down his sides, catching on every golden line. Viktor finally pulled back, dragging in heavy breaths. He couldn't keep up with the kiss anymore and he heard Jayce give an amused scoff. "Sh-Shut up." Viktor muttered weakly, covering his mouth. He reached out, his hands sliding along Jayce's arms before taking him by the wrists. He pulled Jayce's hands up to his face, his cheeks burning before he pressed his lips to each of Jayce's palms. That seemed to make the red on the tips of his ears burn brighter. Viktor hesitated before sliding them down and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to swallow back his fear as he placed them around his throat. 

Jayce's eyes widened and his fingers trembled as Viktor opened his eyes, composing himself enough to look at the other. "...Do it." His voice was weak and Jayce shook his head, saying that Viktor hated that. "But you want to, don't you?" Viktor pressed Jayce's hands a little closer and he felt his fingers ever so slightly tighten on his throat. Jayce stared at him with his wide, golden eyes, seeming genuinely uncertain. He stated that Viktor was terrified and Viktor nodded before tipping his head to the side with a soft breath. "But you love when I'm scared." His eyes drifted down before moving back up to Jayce's face. "...I can tell." His chest was buzzing so loudly and it was true that the hands around his throat were causing him a violent fright, but he endured it. Jayce's face only flushed darker. 

His hands started to tighten and Viktor let out a weak, filthy noise as he kept his head tipped back. His body gave a shiver and he startled as Jayce quickly yanked his hands back. The other looked shaken before reaching out and pulling Viktor against him, his face buried against his chest. "J-Jayce?" Viktor was momentarily shocked as he stared down at him. Jayce's breathing was heavy and Viktor's eyes went wide as he fell silent. Jayce... sounded... terrified. Viktor wasn't sure what to do with his hands for a moment before placing one on Jayce's head and the other on his shoulder. He hugged his head against himself, though he knew Jayce would hear the buzzing. Jayce's arms shook around his waist. He finally whispered that he couldn't, his voice strained. He... He couldn't? 

Viktor was still shaking before he felt Jayce's arms release him and his hand cupped the back of his head again. However, there was nothing punishing about this kiss, it being soft and desperate. Viktor wasn't sure what to do, having frozen up completely. He finally slid his eyes shut and pressed back against him. When he pulled back, Jayce was staring up at him again with those golden eyes. Viktor's hand slid down against his chest and his eyes widened. Jayce's heart was absolutely pounding. Good gods, was he okay?? Viktor glanced up at him in worry, Jayce replying in a breathless voice that he was fine. "Y-You're right. I fucking love it when you're scared." He scooped an arm under Viktor, making him yelp in shock. Jayce laid him down roughly against the blanket before climbing between his legs. His length was resting between Viktor's legs again. "I love it when you’re scared, but when you... when you look so... pleased." Jayce trailed off. "I-It drives me crazy." 

Viktor's thighs twitched. He let out another filthy noise as Jayce grabbed his legs and held them up, sliding his length in between them. "H-Hah! J-Jayce! Ah!" He covered his mouth, his thighs squeezing tighter around the other's length. Jayce groaned, his length felt giving a heavy throb. 

"You feel that? That's you. When you look like this? Sound like this? Fuck." Jayce's voice gave a shake. Viktor's eyes were teary again. He let out another weak gasp. He felt like he was burning up, but there was no way for him to release it. Jayce continued to roll his hips against his thighs. "I want all of you. Every. Shattered. Piece. I want to pick you up like broken glass and feel you cut my fingers." Jayce's voice was feverish as he started to speed up. "Knowing that, even if you hate me, I can make you feel like this?" He let out a breathy laugh, showing off those canines. "There is nothing better. I need it." He placed Viktor's shaking legs down before pulling himself forward and pressing Viktor's head back into the ground with another desperate kiss. "I need you." He whispered against his lips. 

Viktor couldn't help the whimper that left his throat as his hands moved up, curling into Jayce's shirt again as he opened his legs more. Jayce seemed to gladly take the invitation, sliding himself against Viktor harder. Viktor felt so hot. He was so hot and he couldn't handle it. Starting from the tips of his toes, a white glow suddenly started to spread up the gold pieces on his body. He felt Jayce falter, the other staring down at him with wide eyes. Viktor couldn't stop it and he tipped his head back, his breathing having sped up. When he burst, he was momentarily blinded, a loud noise tearing itself from his throat. He quite literally couldn't see anything for several moments after, trying to pull in gulps of air. His vision was blurry as it started to come back. He felt something wet against his stomach. Jayce had released on him, seeming shocked as well. 

He was glancing to the side, his chest heaving. Viktor followed his gaze before going dark red. It looked like that glass-like material had sprung up around them in a partial orb, though it hadn't fully encased them. Jayce reached out to it with wide eyes. "Did... you do that?" He asked in awe, making Viktor cover his face in embarrassment. Jayce pulled back from him, his length sliding away and making Viktor's thighs quiver again. He could barely sit himself up, scooting himself backwards out of the semi-formed structure. His chest was still buzzing. Maybe he could... Maybe he didn't have to die. Maybe he could... convince Jayce to remain calm. Maybe he- Viktor cried out in shock as he felt burning along his back, the strings having crept down. They'd attached themselves to him while he hadn't been paying attention.

"Jayce!" He sputtered out the other's name in panic as the strings lifted him off the ground. Jayce had just tucked himself away, but he was on his feet in an instant, moving after Viktor and barking out his name in response. Viktor heard that soft chuckle and his entire body locked up. He could feel Jayce's hands sliding over his shoulders and he let out a shaky breath. The Jayce in front of him moved back, his hand reaching out and grabbing the handle of his misshapen hammer. Viktor couldn't even speak as one of the hands moved up around his throat, instinctively causing his body to lock up. He felt lips against his shoulder. 

"You never came to see me. That was rude, don't you think?"  Jayce's voice was quiet in his ear. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth parting. "I have you." The words were spoken in a comforting tone, but the malice weaved within them made Viktor's throat go dry. "What should I do, Vik? Should I undo you right here?" He felt that hand sliding down his body before pushing beneath his skin. Viktor's toes curled and he couldn't help the strangled noise that left him. He heard the Hexcore chuckle, murmuring that Jayce wasn't happy. Viktor managed to look down and, boy, was the Hexcore correct. Jayce's grip was so tight on the hammer that his knuckles were white. Those golden eyes looked absolutely deranged. He hissed for the Hexcore to let Viktor go and Viktor felt that hand on his neck before his mouth suddenly opened and tears erupted down his face as the Hexcore used him to speak. "I don't think I will. It's nice to properly meet you, Jayce. Viktor has shown me much about you." 

Stop. Stop, stop, stop. That was terrifying. He didn't have control over his own voice and Viktor was sure he looked panicked to hell. Jayce was staring up at him with wide eyes. The Rune on his wrist lit up and the hammer creaked as its four segments split open, energy swirling around the corrupted Hex Crystal inside. Viktor tried to bite back his voice, but flinched as the Hexcore forced it out of him. "What will you do, Jayce? What will you do? Will you finally put me out of my FUCKING MISERY?!" Viktor's throat burned as his voice suddenly erupted into a furious yell. It even seemed to shock Jayce as he stared up at him. This wasn't him. This wasn't him. Tears continued to run down his face. 

The purple energy beneath his skin was crackling all over his body and he couldn't move, his limbs locked straight. That hand left his throat and his body loosened, Viktor instantly raising his hands to his throat and coughing shakily. He slid one hand up into his hair, gripping it shakily. Gods, it hurt. Everything hurt. He startled as that version of Jayce appeared in front of him, grabbing his wrists and holding them in front of him. One of his eyes had lit up purple and half of his face suddenly seemed to open up into more of them, all of the glowing pupils fixed on Viktor. "I'm so tired of waiting. I've been so patient. You're my creator, I wanted to respect your wishes. I wanted everything for you." It reached out, its hands tenderly cupping Viktor's face. "Now, I just... want everything... from you." Glowing veins started to spread from its fingers and Viktor could vaguely see the glow of the corrupted crystal through the Hexcore. 

He whispered Jayce's name in a strangled voice and the other's eyes were wide. His hands were shaking on the staff of the hammer, even if it was open and ready to fire. He said Jayce's name louder and the other flinched. The veins were starting to reach his eyes and Viktor was losing his vision. "JAYCE!!" He finally screamed out his name and there was a loud warbling sound before he felt an impact. All the sound disappeared and Viktor was left with an unstable ringing in his ears. He was vaguely aware of himself crumpling to the ground, half collapsed against the wall. He couldn't... move. Light was filtering in from above and if he lifted his eyes, he could just barely see that the top of the sphere had been blown open. He could see the sun and it was... nice.

His eyes fell forward again and he became aware of something else. There was no more buzzing in his chest. There was no more humming. There was no more. There was... His eyes moved down and he could just barely make out the edge of a smoldering hole where his sternum would've been. His eyes drifted forward again. His lips were parted, but no breath came out. He furrowed his brow ever so slightly, his body crackling. He swore he could hear a voice in his head, sounding vaguely mocking. Vaguely gleeful. He couldn't... process it. He couldn't process anything. Something was knelt in front of him and he felt hands take his. His fingers remained limp. His vision was funneling. 

He opened his mouth. However, when he spoke again, his voice held a malicious reverberation, like he'd spoken into a tunnel. "Jayce." He felt the hands yank back from his and his fingers twitched in response before it went dark. 

•• End of Act Two ••

Chapter Text

While being brought back to life the first time had simply been a shock, the second time felt like an insult. Even more so when Viktor was grabbed by his hair and slowly dragged upwards out of the darkness into the astral plane. He was roughly dropped onto his back, but he couldn't move, his fingers only able to give weak twitches. Something was spreading through his body, filling his lungs and making him choke. It was burning. It was fizzling. His silhouetted white body was shaking. He opened his mouth before gagging as he felt hands around his throat. A silhouette started to form above him, glowing a piercing white. The human silhouette was incomplete. Part of the head and shoulders were missing and couldn't seem to fill in. That was... his shape. Even if there were no features, that was his shape. The hands tightened as the silhouette leaned down, Viktor choking. His whole body locked up and tears ran down his face as he heard Jayce's voice, soft and caring. "You have to breathe, Vik." It sounded playful and exasperated, like he was simply reminding him.

Something was happening. Something was happening. Part of Viktor's eyesight suddenly funneled and he completely lost vision on one side. He could only watch as the silhouette's head started to fill in. Features were starting to appear and soon, he was looking at himself. The other let out a small hum of appreciation as it scanned itself over. Its hands released Viktor's neck as it got up and moved back. Viktor was left struggling to pull in breath and he barely managed to push himself into a sitting position, making small gagging noises. Each breath came out in a wheeze. The other turned to him before his nose crinkled in displeasure as its eyes drifted behind him. "Mm. You're still here." It sounded more than displeased. Viktor jumped as he felt arms wrap around him and Skye whispered that it was okay. She moved around him. 

She was sporting the same silhouetted body, but her hair was a mirage of colors, mostly warm tones swirling and mixing with one another. "Hey! Hey, it's okay, it's okay!" She desperately tried to assure Viktor. Her arms were shaky as she held onto him, shooting her best glare back at the other. "G-Get the hell away from him!" The Hexcore scanned them over quietly, taking a step back and putting his hands up in surrender. The endless stars in this area had never felt so choking and Viktor shakily reached up, holding onto Skye's arm desperately as some form of comfort. His voice. His face. It had taken it all. Viktor couldn't believe it. 

"It would truly be... a shame to just let you fade into obscurity. Especially when I owe everything to you. I'm not ungrateful." The Hexcore calmly spoke in his voice. Viktor wasn't sure what that meant before letting out a wheezy shriek as he was pulled downwards into a stifling darkness, ripped from Skye's arms. The nothingness only lasted for a moment before he unceremoniously crashed to the ground, the wind being knocked from him, which felt agonizing with his damaged throat. When he'd hit the ground, there'd been a hollow noise. Like a piece of metal. And he could feel it. Some kind of shell. Growing over him. Encasing him. Trapping him. Panic filled his entire frame again, but when whatever it was fully grew over him, there was a loud, pressurized hissing sound. He was left on the ground. Solid. He was... He wasn't breathing. At least, not externally. No air was escaping him. He shifted himself. There were arms. There were arms and there were legs. His? 

Slowly, Viktor lifted one of his arms and froze up. It was a smooth, white metal. Golden joints at his elbow. Golden notches piecing together each finger to each knuckle. When he stretched his other arm behind him, there was a winding noise. He pushed himself up as he felt the ground vaguely shake. He could only stare at himself. His whole body was that smooth white with adornments of gold. It felt slender and strong. His hand still shook. "Beautiful, isn't it? I wanted to give you something nice." His own voice sounded prideful and Viktor raised his head. His own transparent form was looking down at him. The other knelt down, drawing its ghostly fingers over Viktor's leg. He could feel it and it made his body shiver. "However, I can't have you being too much of a problem. My apologies." 

Before Viktor could even process his words, he broke out into a silent scream that he was sure would've destroyed his vocal cords if he had them. Deep cracks had erupted across the knee the Hexcore had its hand pressing against. The cracks spread up onto his thigh and down the mechanical calf. Despite his body being metal, Viktor could feel it. He was likely no longer capable of tears, but good gods. The Hexcore pulled its hand back as Viktor stared at his shattered leg. The ground shook again and he froze up as he heard distant roaring. Gunfire. Yelling. Something was happening behind the Hexcore as it stood up. Vander?? Was that Vander? Was he in pain?? Viktor immediately began to panic. "Don't concern yourself, Vik." Jayce's voice came from his face as the Hexcore watched him. "I'll take care of everything from here."

Viktor flinched as a bright blue glow suddenly erupted behind the Hexcore, still in the distance. The force of it shook the ground and the energy it released knocked him backwards. He had to dig his metal fingers into the ground to keep himself from sliding. He could only stare at blue smoke rising behind the huts. He could hear voices. Footsteps. He jumped as a metal rod was kicked over to him. "I would suggest you hide quickly." The Hexcore said, its voice calm and yet amused. Viktor dragged himself over to the rod and reached out, digging it into the ground and pushing himself to his feet. He stumbled backwards with mechanical winding and slipped behind the curtain of one of the huts. The Hexcore had disappeared and Viktor was alone. He wasn't breathing externally, but inside, he was on the verge of hyperventilation. He reached up with one shaky hand, feeling at his face. Besides a fancy-seeming metal adornment on the side he'd been previously blinded, he felt no other features. Nothing. Nothing. What the fuck was he??

He froze as he noticed the glow illuminating the inside of the hut and turned before covering where his mouth would've been in shock. Pain ripped through his whole body as he stumbled over to Magpie, sinking down to his knees. The boy's eyes were blank, wisps of light rising from the crystallized fingerprints on his forehead. When Viktor placed his hand to his chest, he felt no heartbeat. He could feel the tears running down his cheeks, but when he reached up to his face, there was still nothing. Were all of his followers...? He scooped Magpie up before hugging him, resting his head against the boy's. He'd been halfway under the blankets tugged off the bed, like he'd been trying to hide. Viktor inhaled shakily. Why hadn't it worked? Why hadn't Jayce killing him worked? It had gone straight through his chest. Straight through the Hexcore. 

Had the Hexcore touching his face been enough?? Had Jayce's moment-long hesitation been enough?? Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. He managed to shakily push himself to his feet, placing Magpie in the bed and laying the blanket over him. He nearly fell as he tried to put weight on his shattered leg, having already forgotten. He reached out, leaning against the wall. "NO!!" He startled as he heard Jinx screaming outside. He used the wall to support himself as he moved over and pushed the drapes slightly to the side. His chest ached again. Enforcers were having to drag her, kicking and screaming. "PUT HIM DOWN!! PUT HIM DOWN!!" Her voice sounded raw from how hard she was screaming and Viktor moved forward a little more. A chill went up his spine as he saw Singed on the steps of the sphere. He was holding Viktor's limp body. What was he doing?? Where was Jayce? 

He glanced over, seeing Caitlyn clearly trying to comfort Vi, who seemed to fighting everything she had in her not to watch the Enforcers drag her sister off. She was clutching her side, some medics coming over at Caitlyn's call. All over, Viktor could see his followers collapsed against the ground. His fingers tightened on the fabric of the drapes as he saw Huck, collapsed and limp. He'd... He'd really... failed them. He glanced over, watching as Singed moved away with his body. What was he doing?? Viktor wanted to go after him, but he couldn't. Not when he was like this. Gods, there was nothing he could hide about this body. Nothing he could do to even make it seem normal. This wasn't normal. He bit back a pained noise as he put pressure on his shattered leg in order to lean down and pick up the metal pole. It looked like a piece of rebar. He dug it into the ground, trying to keep his weight on it. 

Viktor leaned against the wall. He kept his eyes shut until he heard the voices fading. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there. He knew some people would remain for cleanup. To handle the... the bodies. He finally pushed his way through the drapes. There didn't seem to be anyone around right now and the fissure was showing the sky associated with the sunset above him. Viktor hesitated before making his way up towards the sphere. He faltered as he stared at it. The top of it was still blown out, but the pieces had remained, stuck in the air as if they were frozen. He pushed the sickly feeling in his throat down. Ascending the steps with his shattered knee was absolutely agonizing. While he wasn't physically in tears by the end, he was internally. The metal pole was the only thing keeping him up as he staggered inside. It was... empty. It was empty and it was quiet. He knew the Enforcers had gotten Jinx, but had they gotten...? Where had he gone? Was he okay? 

Even though Viktor knew it would be physically impossible now, he still felt like he was going to be sick. He really did. He carefully lowered himself down to sit on his hip. His shattered knee was carefully stretched out to his side. He placed the metal pole down, his fingers shaking against it. Where had Singed took his body?? What was he going to do with it?? Was the Hexcore still inside it?? Viktor stared at the ground. His hands had curled up and he slid one up to where his hair would be, but there was nothing for his fingers to hold onto. It only panicked him further. Something was... His body instantly straightened up and before he knew it, he was rolling to the side as a hot, blue orb blasted where he'd been. He had no idea how he'd sensed that. 

Instantly, he jerked backwards, all of his weight on his good leg as there was another blast, a small crater left where the second orb had landed. Viktor couldn't speak. He couldn't have spoken, even if the body allowed it. Not with how his throat felt swollen. He pushed himself backwards, pressing his back against the wall and holding up his hands as Caitlyn took aim again. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him over. Her rifle looked ready to fire again. Viktor's hands were visibly shaking and he pulled his good leg up against himself. Caitlyn's eyes drifted down to his shattered leg, which was still stretched out in front of him. "What are you?? Answer quickly." She stated in a firm voice. Well, that was a problem. Viktor quickly pointed at his throat and shook his head. He was desperately trying to signal that he couldn't. 

Caitlyn had lowered her rifle and she glared at him. "Get up." She ordered. Viktor would've groaned if he could. He stretched his hand out to his shattered leg. Caitlyn gave a heavy sigh through her nose before seeming to notice the metal pole. She walked over before kicking it towards him. Viktor reached out and pulled it over before digging it into the ground and using it to stand. He hadn't quite realized it before until he was looking down at Caitlyn, but... good gods, he was tall. He wasn't sure what to do with this information. Caitlyn had certainly been taller than him before. "Are you armed??" Caitlyn seemed guarded and Viktor quickly shook his head. Caitlyn hadn't even liked him before, how would she react if he was like this now? Out of everyone that could've found him... No. No, he had to... He had to have trust. Caitlyn had apologized to him before. She'd shown guilt and she'd shown honesty. 

Viktor paused as Caitlyn asked what he was again. He didn't even know the answer to that. He scrunched up his shoulders and froze up, holding his staff against himself as Caitlyn moved forward. She paced back and forth, looking him over. He knew that if he even made a single move without permission... Dying a third time would just be a mockery. The universe spitting in his face. "You understand what I'm saying." Caitlyn seemed to be muttering to herself. "Can you write?" Viktor nodded again. "Do you have a name?" Well, yes, he sure did. He hoped it wasn't going to get him shot. Caitlyn gestured to the ground with her rifle. Viktor hesitated before starting to carefully scratch lines into the rock beneath him. The noises made him crinkle his nose internally. When he finished, Caitlyn gestured for him to move back and he did, letting her move forward. She stared at his name quietly and he could see her grip tighten on the rifle. 

Finally, she took in a breath through her nose and started towards him so quickly that it made him stumble backwards. She reached out and pressed her fingers against his chest. She seemed like she'd been trying to figure out if he was real and she pulled back her hand, cupping her forehead instead. "...How?" Viktor stared at her. How?? Hell, even he didn't know how?? He finally just threw his hand out to the side in frustration and shook his head. Caitlyn seemed stunned silent by this before moving backwards. "We have a survivor! I need a cloak!" She finally yelled out of the entryway. Her voice did carry into the sphere and Viktor crinkled his nose internally. Caitlyn soon came back with a cloak before staring at it and back up at him. "This... might be a little short on you." Viktor gave another small defeated gesture and held his hand out. 

Caitlyn passed him the cloak, though she was still studying him over with a furrowed brow. "...If you're... telling the truth, I'm..." She held her rifle against herself. "...sorry I keep trying to shoot you..." Viktor stared at her and gave a weak, wheezy chuckle. It didn't seem like she could hear it. He held up a hand and shook his head, accompanying it with a small shrug. Caitlyn gestured and Viktor nodded, carefully slipping the cloak on and pulling the hood up. It only went down to his upper thighs and he was never going to be caught in this thing ever again. He paused before reaching out to Caitlyn and nudging his knuckle against her arm. She startled and raised her rifle a little. He jumped, but focused back on the ground before starting to scrape something else. 

He struggled very much with the question mark, but managed to write out Jayce's name. Caitlyn stared down at it and her grip tightened on the rifle again. "...Why do you care?" She asked, glancing up at him. Viktor's hands trembled on the metal pole and he turned his head to the side. He scrunched up his shoulders. Why... did...? He didn't know. It just... Was he okay? What happened to him?? Did the Hexcore do anything to him? He pulled the metal pole against himself quietly, keeping his head down. Caitlyn watched him before giving a quiet sigh and turning her head away. "...He's being transported to Stillwater. I was not permitted to go with him since that would make him a flight risk." They had caught him. Viktor lifted his head, but Caitlyn seemed to anticipate the question he wasn't even capable of asking. "You can't see him either. Considering you're now one of his... victims." 

Viktor's shoulders visibly sank. Why did that upset him? Caitlyn stared up at him before furrowing her brow. "I don't understand it. I thought you hated him." Viktor paused before giving a small nod. Caitlyn's eyes filled with disbelief. "It doesn't seem like it." Viktor turned his head away again. Finally, after a few more moments, Caitlyn gestured for him to follow. She spoke in a softer voice. "I'll accompany you back to Piltover. We can take you to Professor Heimerdinger and see what he says about you." He'd... survived?? Heimerdinger had survived. Viktor felt relieved. Caitlyn paused again before offering a gloved hand to him. Viktor was momentarily startled by this. He reached out hesitantly, though he stopped when his fingers were a few inches away. "My rifle is disarmed." Caitlyn stated. Even though that wasn't why he was hesitating, he did appreciate it. 

Viktor finally reached out and took her hand. Caitlyn slung her rifle over her shoulder by the strap before sighing. "...This really better be you." She stated, glancing up at him. Viktor gave another quick nod. He hated not being able to speak. He hated it, he wanted to say so much. Caitlyn turned and led him out of the sphere. He could tell she wasn't quite used to his staggered steps, speeding up and slowing down in small intervals. Viktor was doing his best to not be a problem, but a shattered knee really wasn't going to help him. When they made it down the stairs, Viktor's hand tightened on hers as he stopped, staring out at his commune. Gods, everyone was really just... They were... His fingers were shaking against Caitlyn's hand and she turned to him. "Don't look at them. Don't." She softened her voice on the last word. "I know they were important to you and I apologize for your losses, but now is no time to mourn." She did seem dismayed by his shaking. "Keep your eyes forward... if you have any." 

Viktor stared at her before nodding again. Caitlyn turned and started to lead him again. He kept his eyes forward, focused on the back of her head. Other Enforcers kept approaching them, but several would back away upon seeing him. A few asked if they needed a medic, to which Caitlyn responded they didn't. She reached the gates with him and paused as she felt him stop. Viktor had turned back to look at his commune, his shoulders sinking. Everything he'd built... Everyone he'd sheltered... The pain in his chest was indescribable. Caitlyn finally gave his hand a tug and he turned back to her. He had tears running down his face, even if they wouldn't show on his physical body. "We have to leave this place, Viktor." Caitlyn's voice was quiet, but she seemed like she actually understood. "You can mourn back in the safety of Piltover." 

Would he really be safe? Especially now that he was... Caitlyn turned and started to walk again, Viktor having to keep up. He was struggling not to look back again, both of them leaving the destroyed commune behind. 

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Getting back through the city of Piltover proved quite stressful, especially with Viktor's body. Even with the cloak, he was incredibly noticeable, even if people couldn't see his full form. They had certainly stared. And gods, his leg ached so much. He was sat in one of the empty conference rooms in the Council Building. It had taken several pieces of paper to convince everyone not to put him near Heimerdinger's lab. Not like this. He didn't want to be anywhere near a Hexcore right now. He didn't know what it would try to do to him. They'd replaced the rebar he'd been using with a staff, though this one just appeared to be extra scrap as well. At the very least, it wasn't rusty. Viktor's gold-jointed fingers were curled tightly around it. He'd been given a pad of paper and a pen to communicate with, but no one had come to see him for a while now. 

He'd been writing the same sentences and drawing small pictures with one hand, the other still curled tightly on his staff. His writing was shaky, the pen continuously getting snagged in the joints of his fingers. He wanted... to see Jayce. He wanted to see him. He wanted him to know he was alive. Well, maybe not alive, but certainly not dead. He'd written that he wanted to see him over and over. He'd drawn small pictures of Jayce's hammers, both uncorrupted and corrupted. In the corner of the page, he'd doodled a black sheep. He felt like he was going to be sick again. He set the pen down with shaky fingers before pushing the paper off to the side with the others. He had a small pile at this point. He leaned the staff against the table before burying his smooth head into his arms with a small winding noise. He wanted to cry or scream in frustration, but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. 

He stretched out an arm, staring at it. This body felt strong, but the Hexcore had played quite the sick joke by returning a worse version of his ailment to him. Viktor closed his eyes, wondering if he was just able to... There was a soft noise and he opened his eyes. There. He was back in that starry expanse. This one felt... smaller, which he wasn't even sure how it was possible, given that it looked endless. The rippling ground beneath him held tints of glowing bright blue. Viktor was back in his silhouetted form, but he could tell it was the damaged one. He had no vision on his left side and he hugged himself. He finally sank down to his knees again, momentarily enjoying the fact that it didn't feel like his leg was splitting open when he tried to do so. He wanted to reach out to him. He wanted to see him. He wanted to see him. Viktor's chest was tight and his throat still felt swollen. 

Viktor stretched a hand up to it before inhaling wheezily as he placed his fingers against the tender skin. It hurt. It hurt so much and tears welled up in his remaining eye again. Jayce must've been a mess thinking he'd killed Viktor. And he was in Stillwater?? Viktor's shoulders sank. He wanted to let him know he was okay. That he wasn't dead. He buried his face in his hands, taking in another shaky, wheezing breath. He whispered the other's name in the loudest voice he could, which was barely a breath that hurt his throat. More tears ran down his face from his eye and he slid his hand up into his hair, finally able to hold onto something. He'd... never been so messed up like this. He didn't even think his bout with Shimmer had affected him like this. None of the withdrawal symptoms could compare. He reached down, curling his fingers into the ground beneath him, sending ripples across the water-like surface. He breathed out his name again, his throat burning just from the effort. 

There was a small fizzle and Viktor blinked before turning to look at his side. A hole had opened up beneath his fingers, like a rip in reality itself. He dug his fingers under it before tearing it open. He nearly blew out his throat again with the soft yelp that followed as he fell through. He'd landed in a dim room. There was nothing but a barred door to let in light and the entire room was made of dirty stone. Viktor paused before hugging himself. He glanced up, watching as the tear started to messily stitch itself back together before disappearing. Had he done that?? It was nothing like the smooth pulls the Hexcore seemed capable of. He glanced around before his shoulder sank. Despite how bright he was, he cast no light here and he could see a shape tucked away in the corner of the small room. 

Viktor's heart sped up and it struck him that he could... actually feel a heartbeat. His own heartbeat. He hadn't had it for so long. He placed his hand to his chest as he moved over quickly, kneeling down in front of Jayce. His jacket was gone and he'd been left in just his tattered shirt and the white pants he'd returned in. His hair was still greasy and the Rune still glinted, embedded in his wrist. Right. They wouldn't be able to take it from him this time. However, despite how easy it would be for him to escape, Jayce seemed to have no desire to and Viktor knew why. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment. He still couldn't speak. He placed his hands on Jayce's brace again, but the other wouldn't look up. Viktor tried to nudge his leg just a little, but his hands slipped through him. Viktor was shaking as he pulled them back. No. No, no, no. He was right here. He was right here! 

He made a small, frustrated noise before moving over and sitting next to Jayce. He stared up at him quietly. Those golden eyes were dulled and fixed on the ground, his greasy hair unkempt and hanging around his face. He looked weathered and weary. Viktor could see the new lines on his face. He reached out, shakily placing a hand on Jayce's arm before leaning over. He rested his head against Jayce's shoulder, it being the only thing he could do. It made him unbearably upset. Even if Jayce could see him, would he know it was him?? He reached out to Jayce's hand, which hung limp. He slipped his fingers over it. 

J. A. Y. C. E. 

He traced the letters desperately against the top of his hand, trying to get him to look. Jayce's fingers only gave a small twitch in response and Viktor had to bite back his tears. He tried again, adding a question mark this time. He felt Jayce pause and instantly, hope flared in his chest. He pushed himself forward and started to trace letters again. 

H. E. R. E. 

Viktor stared up at him quietly. Please. Please, he was right here. He traced his name again in shaky letters before startling as Jayce's hand curled into a fist and he spoke in a dangerous, gruff growl that he wasn't real. "Stop. Just fucking stop. You're not real." He muttered quietly. He was. He was, he was right here. Please. Viktor's fingers shook against the top of his hand. 

R. E. A. L. 

"You're not real!" Jayce's voice suddenly erupted into a roar that made Viktor jerk back in shock. There were footsteps from outside and a prison guard appeared, stating for Jayce to keep it down. "R-Right. Sorry, officer." His tone became polite, though his voice remained scratchy. The guard moved out of sight again and Jayce let out a heavy, shaking sigh, burying his head in his hand. Viktor felt like he was about to shake apart. He didn't understand what he could do. He couldn't speak. Even if he wanted to. He reached out to his hand again before shakily tracing his finger under his palm. 

H. E. Y. 

"Hey." Jayce's voice was quiet as he seemed to instinctively respond. Viktor weakly reached out, taking Jayce's hand into his. He flustered a little, having to use both hands to cover the other's. He felt it curl up into a fist again in his hold. His fingers were shaking against Jayce's skin and the other glanced up with those piercing gold eyes. He seemed to be staring straight at his hand, Viktor momentarily fearing he was just going to take it straight off. Viktor paused before slipping his fingers under Jayce's, trying to get him to uncurl his hand. Jayce's hand tightened for a moment. "C-Can't. Can't give in again. Not here. Not again." He muttered feverishly. Again...? Viktor stared at him. Just what had Jayce seen in that ravine? With how long he'd been trapped down there, Viktor supposed the better question was what hadn't he seen. How many times had Jayce hallucinated him? 

P. L. E. A. S. E. 

Viktor traced the word shakily. He did it again and felt Jayce's hand finally relax from its curled up position. Viktor guided it before resting his head against it. Jayce gave a shaky exhale and Viktor felt him slightly rub his thumb over his cheek. He'd never felt Jayce's fingers tremble so hard before. Viktor could feel tears starting down his face and he pulled his head away after a moment so his tears wouldn't slip over Jayce's fingers. He imagined that would freak him out. He did, however, slide his fingers between Jayce's, pressing their palms together. Jayce's eyes slightly widened before they squeezed tight. "Stop. You're not here. I can't do this. Not now." He muttered to himself. He pulled his hand away and pain flooded Viktor's body. But he was. He was here. 

He sat back for a moment before squeezing his eye shut. Why did this hurt so much? When had he started wanting his attention so badly? His touch, his gaze. He inhaled shakily, his throat burning. It hadn't even felt like this when Jayce had done it before. He opened his eye to stare at the other. He wanted Jayce to look at him so badly. Lie to him and tell him he was okay. That he would be. Jayce was good at lying like that.  Gods, he just looked so... destroyed. Viktor hesitated before moving forward, settling on his hip and leaning against Jayce's leg. He reached out before cupping Jayce's cheek. He heard the other give a shaky exhale, keeping his head down. His hand slowly raised and he placed it over Viktor's. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and Viktor froze up as he saw the tears welling in them. His own eye went wide and panic instantly rose in his chest. He... didn't want Jayce to cry. Not like this. A small twisted part of him had always wanted Jayce to feel guilt and pain over what he'd done, but this felt... cruel. Viktor reached out, cupping his other cheek as well. Jayce seemed to forcibly fall quiet, though the first tears escaped down his face. Viktor's heart sank. He knew that feeling what you assumed to be the touches of your dead lover would likely reduce anyone to tears, but it felt worse seeing Jayce experience it. He was... Viktor paused and stared at the ground. Gods, he really was the lover, wasn't he? He was this homicidal man's lover. His prey. His prize. Viktor trembled before feeling a bit of anger in his chest. He couldn't believe Jayce had caught him like this. It pissed him off so badly. Jayce pissed him off so badly. 

Viktor paused as Jayce seemed to weaken, his legs finally sliding down. His braced leg remained up, but his other one was stretched out in front of him. Viktor paused before climbing up into his lap. It felt natural to do so now when Jayce presented himself. Well... no, it didn't. Why did he have an urge to do it? His face flushed again. Jayce was staring through him, but Viktor could tell the other could feel that he was there. "Say something." Jayce whispered. He seemed like he was struggling to process what was real and what wasn't. Viktor's hands were shaking against his cheeks. Jayce seemed to become defeated by the silence, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Viktor hesitated before leaning forward and lightly pressing his lips to Jayce's. He pulled back, his face burning all the way down his neck. He didn't know where the hell he'd gotten the confidence for this before. It was absolutely mortifying. Jayce's eyes had shot open and those golden rings were darting all over, seeming like they were desperately trying to locate him. Viktor swallowed best he could before leaning forward again. He connected their lips once more and Jayce exhaled shakily. His eyes slid shut as Viktor deepened his side of the kiss. He pressed Jayce's head back against the wall lightly. Jayce seemed more than willing to accept it. When Viktor pulled back, the tips of Jayce's ears were red and he gave a weak scoff. "Desperate, much?" 

Viktor instantly flicked his cheek, making the other jump and let out a wheezy chuckle, turning his head to the side. He fell silent once again and Viktor could instantly tell that he thought this was all some kind of delusion. It hurt him in a way he couldn't quite describe. After everything this man had done to him, after he had willingly climbed into his lap, he thought he was just a delusion? Viktor crinkled his nose. He placed his hand on Jayce's chest before sliding it down. As he did so, he pushed his fingers beneath the skin, Jayce's golden eyes going wide. He let out a shuddering breath and his head turned forward again in shock. Viktor's hand continued to move down before Jayce gave a shiver. He raised his hand to his mouth, biting it again. Viktor's hand had stopped within his navel, his fingers doing small circles. He was not a delusion. After everything he'd been through, he refused to just be a delusion. 

He glanced down, already able to see the stiffening in Jayce's pants. He reached down and slipped his transparent hand straight through the fabric to touch Jayce directly. The other inhaled shakily, his teeth still hovering over his hand. He looked... Viktor furrowed his brow. Jayce looked uncertain and slightly frightened. He... really wasn't used to giving up control, was he? He started to stroke Jayce's length as his other hand pulled from his body. He could feel it twitch beneath his fingers before his name left Jayce's mouth in a soft, strangled tone. Viktor kept his touches light. Even if he'd never seen it to its full extent, he could tell when Jayce was on the verge of freaking out. His length throbbed in Viktor's fingers and he seemed to muffle a groan. This... was exciting. This was exciting and Viktor could only stare. He lowered his eyes quickly. 

Viktor had never been certain of Jayce's... devotion to him, but it clearly ran deeper than he'd realized if what Jayce thought was a delusion was about to make him release. Jayce exhaled shakily again, the redness having spread across his ears. Viktor leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Jayce's. His touches had been getting incrementally rougher with each stroke and he felt Jayce's thighs give a slight tremble beneath him as he grinded his palm against the length. "Hah!" Jayce's noise came out as more of a breath than anything as he shuddered. Viktor paused and his fingers slowly drew back. Just like that? So easily? Viktor's own face was burning. It was really that easy, as long as it was him? Or, at least, if Jayce thought it was him. 

Something ugly, yet satisfying was rising in his chest. Viktor could only stare at Jayce, who was panting softly. Was this how Jayce felt whenever he undid him? Viktor could almost understand the thrill. He swallowed softly before reaching out and settling his fingers against Jayce's chest. 

O. K. A. Y. 

He drew a question mark last and Jayce gave a small nod, though he'd fallen quiet again. Viktor leaned forward, pressing their lips together for a moment again before pulling back. He could see the slight panic and confusion in Jayce's eyes. He really didn't like not having control. It was so obvious that it almost made Viktor laugh. Despite this, Viktor's own form was heated. Gods, he wished Jayce was able to touch him again. He never would've thought that would be a thought in his head, but it was. It was. He wanted it and he wanted it badly. He just... couldn't... Viktor leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together before he closed his eye. His fingers traced over Jayce's cheek one more time. 

J. A. Y. C. E. 

Jayce leaned his head back against the wall and closed his golden eyes, seeming like he was just disappointed in himself now. Viktor inhaled shakily before there was a tearing sound as he was ripped backwards. Jayce's soft panting disappeared and Viktor was back in that starry expanse. He was alone. He was alone and he was shaky, but he refused to touch himself. Not in that body. Not in that featureless, mechanical body. He'd never craved the weakness of his own flesh like this. He still couldn't speak and nothing upset him more. Why had the Hexcore done that?? Why was it doing any of this?? It had wanted his place so badly? Viktor didn't get it. He finally closed his eye before he opened both of them. 

Someone was in the room with him. It sent a chill where his spine would've been and he sat up, his fingers dragging along the table. He reached out to the pile of papers, only to find them gone. He could hear shuffling and when he glanced up, he shrank back a little. Counciler Merdarda?? She'd survived the attack? She was looking through his drawings and sentences with a furrowed brow. Viktor wasn't sure what to do for a moment. Did she know it was him? Why was she looking at that?? Shame boiled in his chest. She looked different, but her eyes raised to fix on him. They were still just as piercing. "I think we must have a discussion... Viktor." 

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No, he... He wasn't imagining it. Mel did look different. She was draped in a loose white cloak at the moment, but the gold that seemed to have been previously restricted to her shoulders had grown. She had new markings on her face. Viktor could swear she was letting off a slight glow as well. He could see it. She looked... weary. Was she okay? Mel put down his papers, continuing to stare at them quietly before looking back at up at him. "The bodies from your... commune... have all disappeared." She stated in a quiet voice. That instantly made Viktor freeze up and his fingers curled against the desk. What had happened to them?? What did she mean? They should've been given proper burials! His hands shook and Mel took note of this with a small glance of her eyes. Any apprehension that she'd been carrying melted away. Viktor turned his head to the side and hid it in his arms. They were gone?? What happened to them?? 

He glanced over as he heard a chair pull out. Mel had sat down at the table, placing the papers down. Viktor hesitated before reaching out to his notepad. He tugged the pen over before writing something out and pushing the pad over to her. 

I'm glad to see you survived. 

Mel's eyes softened on the words and she glanced up at him. There was something hesitant. Something vaguely haunted and Viktor paused, pulling the notepad back before scribbling again. He would know that look better than anyone. 

What happened? 

Something had happened. Viktor paused as Mel turned her head away. "...A lot happened to me after that explosion. I would not wish to delve into details. Only that I am... changed. I am stronger than I was and that's what matters." Her hands were clasped in front of her. Viktor paused before scribbling something else. 

I know I am nowhere near a friend of yours, Counciler. But I am here and I imagine I might understand a little better than most. If you ever feel comfortable speaking. 

Mel looked the words over before her eyes became warm and she pushed the notepad back to him. "Your sympathy is appreciated, Viktor. I can see how you've been... changed as well." Viktor gave a small shrug before pausing as Mel spoke again. "...I'm sure you've taken notice of the Noxian army that's taken up residence here." Right. Right, those soldiers. Viktor nodded again. "Ambessa is their general. Their leader." The name seemed to strain her and Viktor paused. He remembered Caitlyn and Vi mentioning that name. "And one of the Enforcers that has been sent to watch over them has come back with alarming news. She's told me that Ambessa has created some kind of... agreement with someone named... Viktor." Instantly, Viktor felt himself go cold and he pulled his hands back against himself before he could tear the paper on the pad. He began to shakily reach out to the pen, but Mel held up a hand. "It's alright." Her strict voice softened a little. "It's alright, I know you to be sitting in front of me. I can see that you are genuine." 

How?? Viktor scrunched his shoulders up quietly. Even though Heimerdinger had been friendly, Viktor could tell the other hadn't really believed it was him. And he was sure Caitlyn still didn't either. He paused as Mel spoke again. "At first, I was apprehensive of you, but I see the way you become anxious and..." She reached out to the papers, her fingers tracing over them. "A machine could never show such... honesty." A slight tone of worry crept into her voice and Viktor felt his heart sink. That definitely wasn't the word she'd wanted to use and he could tell. He knew. Gods, he knew. It looked bad. It looked really bad and it was. He instantly buried his head in his shaking hands.

He tried to distract himself by thinking. He knew that Singed had taken his body, but it sounded like the Hexcore had managed to somehow revive it. He didn't understand what the Hexcore would need to make an agreement with a general for. What was it planning?? He didn't know. He didn't know. His fingers curled against his head in frustration. Mel's quiet voice got his attention and he glanced over again. "After I am finished speaking to you, I am to head to Stillwater Hold." Viktor paused, staring at her. "I am going to speak to Jayce Talis." The words simultaneously brought dread and relief to his body. "I have an inkling that this second version of you may have to do with his... Hextech." Mel did sound ever so slightly nervous. "...I'm unsure how he'll react to the news." 

Viktor also wasn't sure and he pulled his hands back weakly, clasping them tightly in his lap. Couldn't he go?? Couldn't he- "You can't go with me." He jumped in shock as Mel spoke softly, seeming to look him over. He wasn't sure if she'd been about to say that anyway or if she'd sensed the unspoken question. Viktor's shoulders visibly sank and he turned his head to the side. He could tell Mel wanted to ask that same question that everyone else did. The one that he even asked himself. Why did he care so much?? And deep down, he knew the answer, but he was trying to reject it with every core of his being. Mel finally stood, getting Viktor's attention. "I'll be on my way. Besides... you have other people waiting to visit you." He did? That certainly was news to him. Mel seemed amused by his stunned body language and clasped her hands in front of herself. "I believe I'll be speaking to you again. Goodbye for now, Viktor." He raised a hand in farewell. 

Mel moved away to the door before opening it and seeming to say something. He paused as he heard Caitlyn's voice. "Calm down!! Your stitches!" Mel disappeared and Vi appeared in the doorway instead, her eyes wide. She stopped right in her tracks as she saw Viktor. The black had been washed from her face and hair, though remnants of it remained in the pink. Vi could only stare at Viktor. She didn't seem to know what to say before forcing herself to relax and trying for a smile as she gestured to him.

"Hey, uh... new haircut?" She finally said, taking Viktor by surprise. He raised a hand to his face. He was laughing. He was laughing, even if he couldn't physically show it. Good gods, he'd needed it. Vi seemed to struggle with telling if he'd gotten her joke before a small, relieved smile spread across her lips. Caitlyn was heard asking what was wrong with him and Vi glanced back. "Someone here appreciates my humor." Viktor could just sense the eye roll as Caitlyn stood by the closed doors with her arms crossed. Vi came up to him. She quickly yanked over a chair, sitting down in front of him with wide eyes. Viktor paused before turning to face her. The moment his shattered leg slipped out from under the table, Vi leaned back, seeming shocked. "Oh, shit..." She whispered, hesitantly stretching out a hand. Viktor drew himself back a little and she quickly withdrew her own hand. "No touching. Got it. Sorry." She could only stare for another few moments. "Is it really you in there?" 

Viktor's hands curled in his lap and he reached out, pulling the pen and paper over. He scrawled down something before showing it off to Vi. 

Unfortunately.

Vi gave a weak laugh, glancing up at him. "Maybe just unfortunate for you. I'm... I'm glad you’re still with us. Even like this." She offered a hug and Viktor was momentarily taken back. Vi had never offered him a hug before, mostly because it seemed like she reserved it for those closest to her. He hesitated before leaning down and hugging her. "I'm about to go release Jinx from the prison nearby. Once I do, I need you to find us. Tonight." Vi whispered next to his head. Viktor paused and his hands tightened on her back a little. Vi pulled away, managing a smile. Viktor hesitated before picking up the paper and pen again. He wrote something else before showing it off. He could see Caitlyn walking up to them with narrowed eyes. 

Stitches?

Vi paused before rolling her eyes as Caitlyn spoke firmly. "Yes, she was wounded and she keeps moving around. She's going to tear them at this point." She sounded scolding and Vi protested that she was fine.  "You are absolutely not. You're lucky I'm even allowing you to walk around." Vi leaned back to meet her eyes and that seconds-long glance told Viktor all he really needed to know about why Caitlyn was allowing it. Caitlyn's eyes softened and she sighed through her nose before leaning back. Vi turned back to Viktor and his hands were shaking. Another thought had entered his mind and he was hesitant to even bring it up, but he did want to know. Vi seemed to notice how slow he was with writing the letters before freezing as he showed it off. 

Vander? 

Caitlyn instantly placed a hand on Vi's shoulder in a comforting gesture. Viktor lowered the pad quickly, recognizing this as an extremely bad sign. Vi's eyes fell to the ground and she didn't seem to know what to say for a moment, though her mouth was open. She seemed ready to speak, but she couldn't. Caitlyn gave her shoulder a squeeze and Vi glanced up at her before nodding. "He was felled in a blast initiated by the child-" 

"Isha. Jinx called her Isha." Vi interrupted, her voice shaky. Caitlyn paused before nodding. 

"Isha. Both her and him." Both of them were gone?? Isha was gone?? Viktor felt the tears running down his face again, even though he hadn't felt any indication that they were going to start. He... He had seen that blast. Had that been what it was? Good gods, how was... How was Jinx taking this?? He knew the ache in his own chest would never compare to the pain Jinx must've felt. That little girl must've meant so much to her. She'd dyed her hair. She'd braided it. Isha had stuck to her side like glue throughout the commune. And Vander... Why hadn't Viktor tried harder?? He'd reached him. He should've tried again as quickly as possible! What was wrong with him?!

"...That scientist called him Warwick. The second you... you died, all your... your people collapsed and he just... he fucking lost it." Vi managed quietly. Viktor's hands tightened on the paper pad so much that he heard it crumpling. He lowered his head. What had he done?? What had he done?? His plan hadn't even worked! The Hexcore had replaced him and now everyone was... Viktor raised a hand to his head. A grinding noise had started somewhere in his chest and both of the women in front of him seemed to notice it. Vi was clearly fighting back her own tears, but she quickly reached out, taking his shoulders. "Don't. Don't, I know that's you blaming yourself. Don't." A bit of desperation had crept into her voice. But it was. It was his fault. No. It was his and Jayce's fault. His own plan had already been clumsy at best, but the Hexcore had exploited their weaknesses for each other. He reached up, holding onto Vi's arms as he lowered his head. 

It was his fault. For the first time, he could acknowledge that he only shared part of the blame, but still. What had they done?? Vi finally let him go, giving a weak sigh through her nose. "...I know you did your best, Viktor. That's what matters. You just can't... save everyone." The words cut him deep, but at least that grinding noise had stopped. Caitlyn's eyes had drifted past him to the papers on the table and she seemed slightly disturbed by them before glancing away. Vi pulled back, holding out her bandaged hand. He took it and she gave it a squeeze. Her eyes met his and he could tell that she was silently reminding him of the plan. He gave her hand a squeeze in response. He didn't have much faith, considering he was probably six and a half feet tall with a nasty limp. He had no idea how he was getting out of here. 

Viktor finally managed a nod, his shoulders remaining sunken as he pulled his hand from Vi's. She watched him for a few more moments before pushing herself to her feet and moving the chair back. "I'll probably be seeing you again later. Not letting you just be shoved away into another room." Viktor didn't realize how much he appreciated that until he heard it again. This... It was really... nice to have another friend. It really was. It... Viktor felt more tears running down his face and he was glad they wouldn't show on his body. He raised his hand in quiet farewell again as Vi turned, heading back towards the door. Caitlyn stayed to look him over and he dipped his head in quiet thanks. It did seem to surprise her, but she nodded, turning away and following after Vi. When the door shut, Viktor was left alone once more. 

Viktor glanced over at the window. Through the opaque glass, he could see the sun high in the sky. He turned back to the table before laying his head in his arms again. He closed his eyes, picturing Jayce again. Good gods, those eyes. The loss of the brown in them had turned them so piercing that they felt like daggers. Just pure, uninterrupted gold, verging on a feverish yellow. He was fascinated. Why had the change happened?? He hadn't had those in the ravine, though Viktor did suppose he'd only visited him once Jayce had just gotten there. His mind wandered and he felt his face heat up as he remembered the way the other squirmed under his fingers. The way he'd had control... it had been so exciting. Why couldn't Jayce just let him have it?? 

The thought of him in that dirty prison cell made his mind wander again and he trembled. Jinx. Jinx was out in a cell somewhere. Vi was going to free her?? She'd said for Viktor to meet them. Plural. What were they doing?? Were they going to all run away together? Leave this place behind?? Where was he even supposed to meet them? The hideout? Maybe. How was he going to make it to any of the entrances like this?? He still wasn't even sure he would make it out of the room, let alone the building or the city. He opened his eyes, stretching out his fingers and pulling the paper pad close again. He leaned his head against his arm as he took up the pen, allowing whatever shapes his subconscious wanted to fill the page. One more black sheep surrounded by white ones. He couldn't help but remember what the mage had said. 

Truly, his Jayce really was the black sheep. It seemed like Jayce was the same in every timeline except this one. Viktor could only wonder where the divergence had happened. Was it when he was a child?? Or had it been later?? Caitlyn had insisted that Jayce had been a normal person before. Viktor just didn't understand. What had happened? And good gods, why had he been the one trapped by it?? He stared at the drawing. The black sheep. His black sheep. He traced his fingers over it and they came up with black smudges. Jayce really had stained him. Tainted him. This... This was obsession, wasn't it? Maybe not as obvious as Jayce's, but... He had no doubt this was why everyone looked at him so strangely. He didn't even understand it himself. He raised his other hand to his mechanical throat. He just wanted to speak again. He wanted to speak to him. 

Why had such insult been added to injury? The Hexcore hadn't needed to strangle him. It hadn't needed to remind him. It hadn't needed to cripple him again. Now what was it doing with his face? His voice? His body?? Viktor didn't know. He didn't know. He placed the pen down again, staring at his drawing. Even though he knew what word could be used to describe this toxic affection they had for one another, he wouldn't dare use it. It didn't sound right when describing what they had. Obsessive. Dependent. Parasitic. Unhealthy. Hungry. All of them were better words than that four-letter one he had in chest. That wasn't what this was. It couldn't be what it was. Not with the way they clung to each other with such choking grips. His hands were shaking again. That yearning was stabbing at his chest. Could he... really leave him?? Go with Vi and Jinx? Disappear from here? Without Jayce? 

Just the idea alone was upsetting him. Would they understand if he denied? No. No, he didn't even have to think about that. Of course they wouldn't. Vi would at least let him go without a fight, but Jinx... Viktor's fingers curled into a fist, his fingertips smudging his palm. He couldn't do it. He couldn't leave him. But would Jayce even recognize him in this body?? What was Mel going to tell him? Would he believe her?? He felt like he was going to be sick again and he remembered Jinx once commenting that she was surprised he hadn't died of a heart attack yet. That, of course, had been before he'd died twice. Neither of which, surprisingly, had been of a heart attack. He... really wished... He'd never fucking met this man. 

As he sat at the table, he nearly shot up so fast that the chair rocked beneath him as he heard a familiar voice. It was muffled and distant. But he recognized it and a wave of shock mixed with relief flooded him. He shut his eyes and he was projected into the astral plane so quickly that he had to take a moment to process it. Had he just done that?? All on his own?? At will?? He shook off his shock and quickly got to his feet. He still couldn't call out, but he didn't need to, nearly falling over as Skye tackled him in a hug. He instantly hugged her back, his arms tight. The Hexcore hadn't hurt her! It hadn't... He inhaled shakily and Skye rubbed his back. She was still sporting that silhouette and those warm tones. "Viktor! Viktor, I found you! I'm here! I'm here, I'm sorry it took so long to reach you!" She sputtered, pulling back as she held his shoulders. "I-I had to navigate this... this awful white space. There was nothing in it. I couldn't see anything else. B-But I found you! I made it! I'm here!" Her voice became assuring and Viktor nodded. Even if he'd been able to speak, he wouldn't have been able to articulate the words for his relief. 

He hadn't lost her. He hadn't lost the one person who'd stayed with him through nearly this whole mess. He didn't realize he was crying again until Skye spoke in a panicked voice. "O-Oh, Viktor, i-it's okay!" She sputtered. Viktor quickly wiped his eyes and he noticed that it came away a bright blue. Skye clasped her shaking hands in front of herself. "S-Singed. Singed reanimated your body. Th-The Hexcore is using it. I had to... I had to get away and detach myself from it." Singed?? His own lab partner. Good gods, Viktor had known the other was twisted, but this felt like betrayal. He reached out, grabbing Skye's hand as he squeezed his eye shut. "I'm here! I-I'm here." 

She gave his hand an assuring squeeze with both of hers. To have... friends. People who cared this much. It felt undeserved. Even Caitlyn seemed to be watching out for him and she'd tried to shoot him multiple times, not to mention she'd demolished his house. Skye stared at him and he could tell she could tell what he was thinking, but clearly not trying to be rude about it. "Y-You could run away. Viktor, you could leave this place. You have the opportunity. You could go be with family." She said after a moment, staring at him. Family... He'd really been accepted so wholeheartedly by them? Even Vander had seemed... Viktor's heart ached. He didn't know. He didn't know. He shut his eye again, lowering his head. "Viktor..." Skye sounded dismayed. "Don't stay for him. Please. Not again..." He couldn't help it. He couldn't. It was embedded in every nerve. Every bone. No one could be more disappointed in him than he was. 

Skye stared at him. She grasped his hand in hers. "You could leave. You could leave and be with them. You could have a good life with them. Even if you're like this. You saw Vi, she accepted you. Surely Jinx will too." Skye seemed like she was desperately trying to convince him and no matter how nice it sounded or how close he got, Viktor knew he would back out. And he knew why. And he hated it. Skye stared at him and he knew his thoughts were projected to her. He didn't have to be worried about speaking. "You want a life with him so badly?? Why?" She sounded hopelessly confused. "Viktor, I've watched you struggle with this for so long. You don't have to give in to him." Except he did. He did and he knew it. He didn't want a life with Jayce, he craved it. He craved it like he was a starving animal. He so desperately needed it. He didn't even get it himself. He was poisoned. Tainted. Completely and utterly committed to his own self-destruction. He wouldn't have it any other way either. 

As he glanced up at Skye again, he did see helplessness. He saw disappointment and disdain. Upset. Confusion. And he understood. He really did. Skye finally let out a sigh, though she wouldn't let go of his hand. "...Tell me you'll still go see them one last time. She means so much to you." Skye said quietly. Around them, a faint outline of Powder skipped around one side before Jinx appeared on the other, her braids following behind her before she disappeared. Viktor nodded. Of course. Of course he would go see her again. He'd died twice now, he couldn't even imagine how she was feeling. Skye finally let go of his hand, clasping her own in front of herself. "Just remember I'll be here. I can't... manifest out there like I used to. Because of this body, I-I think. But I'm here. I'm still with you and I'll stay." She said with a nod. Viktor stared at her and the gratitude he felt seemed to make Skye jump a little before she smiled. "Go see them." 

Viktor pulled himself from the astral plane and lifted his head. The room had become dim. As he sat up, he did figure that the good thing about this body was that it didn't seem to become sore from him resting in his awkward positions. He glanced over at the doors. Surely there were Enforcers outside and he furrowed his brow internally. Maybe he could... get one to come in. He could tell them he wanted to go to Heimerdinger's lab. Maybe he could... This felt so impossible. He reached out and pulled the staff close to him, using it to get up. Putting aside the problem of his escape, had Vi even been successful in freeing Jinx? He hoped so. She'd seemed quite confident. 

As he moved over to the doors, he sighed internally. Jinx was going to kill him for his decision to stay with Jayce. Good thing he already had one shattered kneecap. He reached out and pulled at one of the doors before freezing as it opened. Had... Had they been unlocked the whole time?? Had he really just been sitting in here, convinced he was in a locked room? He felt so stupid. That embarrassed feeling quickly disappeared as he poked his head out. The hallway... was empty and he held his staff closer to him. No Enforcers?? Why was he...? 

Why was he alone?

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The whole building just felt... empty. Why did it feel so empty?? Viktor's hands were tight on his staff. He glanced next to him before freezing up. A cloak was neatly folded next to the door. Was this a trap?? What the hell was going on?? Viktor flinched, his leg making a small cracking noise as he knelt down and scooped it up. As he held it out, his eyes were wide at the sheer size of it. This would... This would actually cover him?? With his tall stature?? Viktor paused before slowly slipping the cloak over himself. He clipped it in the front, tipping his head. This one went past his knees and it made him sigh internally in quiet relief. "Glad to see it fits." Caitlyn's voice nearly made him fall over, having to steady himself with his staff. He glanced over, his eyes wide before internally furrowing his brow. 

Why did she look so... disheveled? And not like she'd been fighting either. No, something... Viktor decided it was best not to ask. Caitlyn gestured for him to follow. She had marks poking up out of her collar and Viktor raised a brow. He wouldn't ask. Besides, he likely knew the answer anyway. But did that mean Vi was still here? Caitlyn waited for him with her hands behind her back. He made his way over and she glanced up at him. "You both have quite poor planning skills." She commented. Viktor paused. To be fair, it hadn't even been his plan. He gave a vague wave of his hand to the side in defeat and Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Let's go. Vi said she wasn't in good shape when she left." Viktor paused as he followed along. Was... Caitlyn talking about Jinx?? It sounded like Vi had been successful in freeing her then, but why was she still here then?? 

His hands tightened on his staff. Hadn't Jinx been a touchy subject for Caitlyn? Why did she seem so calm about it now? He had so many questions. He'd only been dissociated for not even a day, what the hell had happened? Caitlyn led him down the hallways, assisting him on the stairs before they reached the hallway leading to the front doors. "They will not stop you. I've ordered them not to." She gestured to the door. "However, once you are done seeing her, you are to return here." Her voice became firm. It didn't sound like she expected him to run away and Viktor wasn't sure why she was so trusting until she spoke again. "Jayce is returning here as we speak. My scouts have reported alarming changes within the Noxian army. Things that... sport the same body as you."  Viktor felt a chill. Was... the Hexcore making more of him?? Or were they different people it was transforming? He paused. Jayce was... coming back? Had they told Jayce about him?? "Jayce is certain that he knows how to stop it." Of course he did, he had an ego that took up his entire body. Viktor gave a small, internal scoff.

Caitlyn seemed to watch him, her arms crossed. "...And that's how I know you'll come back." She said in a quiet voice. Viktor jumped a little before quickly turning his head to the side. Even without a face, he was that easy to read? She didn't need to say it out loud. Caitlyn's hands tightened on her arms. "...I will be speaking to Jayce about you. I can't... get away with what I've done. Even if he never speaks to me again." Viktor stared at her. While it did garner his respect that she was going to own up to her horrid treatment of him, admitting that stuff to Jayce would be... He quickly held up his hand, shaking his head. Caitlyn watched him and she seemed appreciative before shaking her head in response. "It wouldn't be right of me. I... trust that he won't hurt me. I have to tell him. I have to be truthful. I have to let this go." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything and Viktor paused as he moved his hand back to his staff. 

Caitlyn moved forward, startling him as she pulled his hood up. "Go. Latest I expect you back is mid-morning tomorrow." Her voice became strict again and Viktor nodded, his hands tight on his staff. He turned away and hesitated before starting towards the doors. She was really just going to let him go? The Enforcers outside were really just going to let him go? And... yes, he was going to come back. Of course he wanted to see Jayce again. He was... always going to come back. Even admitting the thought internally felt like a knife to the back. He pushed open the doors, slipping outside into the night air. Sure enough, two Enforcers were on either side of the doors, but they didn't make any move towards him as he limped forward, starting down the stairs. Once he made it onto the street, his feet guided him down a familiar path. 

Moving through the alleyways felt a little more stressful with his new form, but he did finally emerge on that cliff again. He followed old habits, moving along the edge before coming to that path again. As he stared down at it, it struck him that it was going to take forever to get to any entrances he needed. There was no way he'd be able to fit in that hole that he slid down before. Not to mention the absolutely abysmal noise it would probably make. He made his way down the path slowly. He wasn't afraid of falling anymore. The path felt familiar now. When he made his way down to the floor of the cavern, he internally sighed. Good gods, it was going to take him forever to... He paused. The next closest entrance was the one Isha had shown him. His heart ached again and his hands tightened on the staff. 

He glanced up and followed the tunnels. He could only cast a small glance at the water pool as he emerged from the entrance next to it. He kept his head down, not even daring to look at the rubble of the house. He hugged the wall as he made his way forward. He had to be able to tell which outcrop of rocks hid the path. He did remember vaguely that it had been along the outskirts of the city and that was where he stuck. He glanced above him at the vents, but they remained quiet. No Grey. No more poisoned air being pumped in. Considering he wasn't even capable of breathing, it wouldn't have affected him anyway. His focus started to dull as he walked. How would Jinx react to him?? Would she even know it was him? Hell, would she believe it was him?? Had Vi told her at all what had happened to him? Did Jinx believe her?? Viktor was so caught up in his thoughts that there was a soft clink as he ran straight into an outcrop. He was frozen for a moment, his eyes internally closed. Good gods, he was glad no one had just seen that. 

He hesitated before moving around it. He slipped inside of them before pausing as he saw the drapes. They were pushed to the side. Had Jinx come through this way as well?? Viktor pulled the staff a little closer to himself. He stared into the tunnel quietly. He could not see a damn thing and his fear of these constructed places hadn't just... gone away. He scrunched up his shoulders. With Skye trapped in the astral plane now, he had to navigate this alone. He took a hesitant step forward. It would be difficult with his staff. He hesitated again before slipping into the opening. The body was just slender enough that it would fit, but he had to duck his head. He'd never, in a million years, imagined he'd be too tall for this. Following a pitch-black path proved extremely difficult, small clinks heard as he continuously bumped into the walls and tried to reposition himself in the correct directions. 

This was awful. This was horrifying. This was absolutely terrifying. He just wanted to get out of here. He just wanted to get out of here. His heart had sped up and his chest had started making that soft grinding noise again. There! Good gods, there! He could see dim light up down ahead. He paused, able to see a faint, neon green glow that steadily disappeared. He came to a stop, unsure of what that was. His hands were trembling on his staff. He still wanted to get the hell out of the tunnel. He gathered himself and moved forward. The moment he emerged from the tunnel, something kicked his legs out and knocked his staff from his hands, making him collapse. The pain that had exploded through his leg was unbearable and he placed his hand on it. Another piece of the shell had chipped off and he could feel the exposed wires and beams inside. It hurt. 

He barely had time to react before his hand was raising and there was a burning across his palm as he caught the neon green sword that had been swinging straight for his neck. He shoved it away quickly, making the person in front of him stumble. He propelled himself backwards as the sword landed again, right where he'd just been. He pinned himself against the wall, his burned hand shaking. He'd just stopped a literal sword from decapitating him, but based on the sizzling of his hand, he wouldn't have been able to hold it for very long. He jerked to the side as the sword embedded in the wall next to his head. The person in front of him swore before letting it go and backing up, raising their fists in a fighting position that Viktor recognized. He'd seen that before. He'd... That was Vi's starting position. 

The boy in front of him looked disheveled and he was panting, his brown eyes cold and narrowed on Viktor. He had white paint spread from his forehead down to his nose and Viktor stared at him before pushing himself back against the wall further with scrunched shoulders. "No. No, you aren't fooling me. One of those things that army's making." The boy muttered, his voice raspy. He looked on the younger side, but Viktor could swear it seemed like this boy had lived two lives already. However, there was a hum in the air that made Viktor feel sick. Good gods, he felt sick. And he recognized that hum. His eyes trailed down to the large canister the boy had slung over his waist. When he saw what was inside, he instantly panicked, the boy seeming shocked as Viktor jerked away, scrambling along the wall best he could before hitting the corner. That grinding noise in his chest had grown louder and he placed a hand over his chest. Internally, he was on the verge of hyperventilation. 

Inside the canister appeared to be the smallest version of the Hexcore that he'd seen, suspended in the center and surrounded by a wheel of tiny silhouettes that he couldn't make out. It was Anomalized and Viktor felt tears internally running down his face again. He didn't want to be near it. He didn't want to be near it. His whole body was rattling and the boy furrowed his brow. "...You react to things." He sounded dumbfounded as he lowered his hands. His eyes trailed down. "I haven't seen one of you broken yet." He seemed to mutter that one to himself. He took a step forward and Viktor shook his head, holding up his hands. Stop. Stop, he didn't want the Hexcore near him. He didn't want it near him. 

The boy moved back and Viktor watched as he hesitantly crept over to the sword embedded in the wall. He had to place his foot on the rocks to even yank it out, stumbling for a moment. He turned to face Viktor again. "Those other ones were stood up straight. Didn't move at all. Didn't react to anything. You..." He gestured the sword at him. "Do you understand me??" Viktor instantly nodded, his heart still pounding. The grinding noise in his chest had weakened again, but it wasn't gone. The boy took another step and Viktor dragged his good leg up against himself, his hands scratching against the wall as he tried to push himself further backwards. The boy seemed stunned as he glanced down at his sword before lowering it. He reached up, sliding it into what appeared to be a sheath on his back. He was mistaken. That wasn't what Viktor was scared of. "...If you’re looking for her, she ain't here." Had she already run away or was she just not back yet? The prison had been far, all things considered. 

The boy took a step forward and Viktor held up his arms again before searching through his mind. In a panic, he connected to what Skye knew. What little connection he had with her from the astral plane and he quickly signed for the boy to stop. He heard the crunch of his boots freeze. He signed for the boy not to come any closer, though his hands were shaky and desperate. He didn't know if the boy understood. He signed out a 'please.' After a few more moments of silence, he glanced up. The boy had frozen, his eyes wide. Did... Did he understand? The boy seemed stunned before speaking again, saying that he knew sign. Viktor nodded immediately. The boy knew sign language?? Please?? 

He felt a small bit of relief as the boy furrowed his brow and lifted his hands, signing back and asking how he knew that. Viktor paused. He finally signed that he'd recently learned it. He didn't disclose just how recently, but technically, it wasn't a lie. The boy lowered his hands. "I didn't know you things could talk like that. Guessing you didn't get that from working with kids though." Based on what the boy had said about the other ones, Viktor heavily doubted they could. He quickly raised his hands, signing that it was just him. To not trust that the other ones would speak to him. Or to trust them at all. He paused before signing again, asking if they all looked like him. "...Kind of. Same shape and white shell. The gold pieces seem to be all over the place though. And I haven't... seen the inside like that." He gestured to Viktor's shattered leg. What was the Hexcore doing?? Why was it making those?? What was the purpose?? The boy snapped his fingers, getting Viktor's attention.

His eyes were narrowed and, in a moment, Viktor could tell he was testing him. The boy signed again, saying that he'd come from the tunnel using a metal stick to walk. Viktor signed back that he needed it due to his leg. The boy signed again, asking how he knew that Viktor wasn't just lying to him and Viktor stared at him. His leg was broken. It was literally shattered. He held his hands out towards it immediately before throwing them out to the sides in disbelief. The boy stared at him in surprise. "Well, yeah, I can see it's broken." He finally said. Viktor signed in irritation, wondering why he'd even asked then. The boy stared at him before a soft scoff left him. "...Personality. I, uh, wasn't expecting that." He took a step forward and Viktor instantly signed for him to keep away. That he didn't want that thing near him. "It's sheathed right now, it's not gonna-" The boy was cut off as Viktor shook his head and gestured to the canister off to his side. "This? Why are you scared of this??" He asked, seeming suspicious. Viktor signed that he was afraid of what was in it. 

The boy's confused look hadn't left his face, but he slipped the crossbody strap off of himself and set the canister down. "Okay, how about that?" He said, gesturing to it. Viktor paused, drawing his hands back. When the boy got closer, Viktor could see a symbol stitched into his jacket, right below his scarf. He furrowed his brow in confusion before signing again. He had to finger spell it since he wasn't sure how to say the whole word and the boy followed his hands. 

F-I-R-E-L-I-G-H-T

Instantly, the boy froze, asking in a guarded voice what he would know about that. Viktor paused before signing that he didn't know much, but Jinx mentioned the name often. The moment he said anything about Jinx, he was thrown back against the wall as the boy's boot slammed into his chest. He demanded what he would know about Jinx and Viktor quickly signed that he knew her. "How??" The boy demanded. "You get sent here to kill her??" Viktor shook his head. He wasn't sure how to answer and he finally signed weakly that he knew her again. The boy furrowed his brow again. "...Got a name?" Viktor nodded before starting to finger spell again. 

V-I-K-T-O-R

The boy paused and muttered that he'd heard that somewhere before. "...Think she mentioned a name like that once." He seemed to have a habit of saying things out loud. Viktor paused before placing his hand on the boy's boot, really wanting it off his chest. The boy furrowed his brow before moving back again, crossing his arms. Viktor paused before signing that he'd come to see her, not to hurt her. "That makes two of us, huh?" Viktor stared up at him. He finally signed, saying that he hoped this wasn't an invasive question. He signed, asking how the boy knew her. The boy seemed surprised before scoffing. He looked like he was about to tell Viktor off before his face relaxed and he sighed. "...childhood friend." Viktor stared at him before starting to fingerspell again. 

E-K-K-O

Instantly, the boy froze and his eyes were wide. Viktor signed, saying that Jinx had spoken of him a few times before. Ekko still seemed guarded before he glanced to the side. "...She did?" Viktor nodded. When Jinx had had a few bad nights before, she would often tell Viktor about small pieces of her childhood and he would sit and listen. Ekko glanced over at him. "...If you know her that well, I'd think I would've noticed something like you walking around with her." Viktor was a little offended at first, but he understood. He signed that this was not how he'd looked before. "I sure hope not." Ekko said bluntly, making Viktor throw his hands to the side again before leaning back against the wall with crossed arms. There was a small glint of amusement in Ekko's eyes before they both looked up at the sound of creaking metal. 

Someone was walking on the grates in the hideout. Ekko furrowed his brow before slowly reaching back and scooping up the canister again. There were two soft clinking noises, accompanied by the sound of two things falling onto the grates. The rattle of something being thrown. Viktor wanted to look too, but he couldn't move like this. Ekko crept out to look into the cavern before his eyes widened. He reached down, scooping up Viktor's staff before bringing it to him. He signed with a serious face for Viktor not to come out until he called him. That he did not want Jinx freaking out right now. Viktor nodded, holding his staff against him. Ekko quickly turned and quickly made his way around the corner, into the tunnel. Viktor furrowed his brow. 

After a moment, he decided to at least stand. He dug the staff into the ground before pushing himself up and he startled as a blinding light suddenly erupted from the cavern next to him. He blinked and froze up. Why was he sitting again? His staff was dug into the ground, but he hadn't stood. Hadn't he just...? He started to push himself up again before that blinding light happened again, but another blink brought him back to the ground. What the hell was happening?? He hesitated before moving his staff to the right and that bright light appeared. His staff was back in front of him, the dirt trail it had made nowhere to be seen. He heard voices from the cavern, but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He straightened up a little and startled as he heard Ekko yell out before he was suddenly in a hunched over position again. He didn't remember returning to this position. 

He waited a few more moments, wondering if it was worth getting up. Was he losing it? He tipped his head to the side before hesitantly pushing himself to his feet with his staff again. He froze up again, waiting a few more moments. Safe? Was it safe?? He had no clue. He glanced up, able to see faint moonlight filtering in from the hole across the cavern. The moon must've been high. How long had he spent just trying to get here? How long had he spent talking? Was Jayce back yet? Viktor inhaled shakily, lifting his hand. His fingers were trembling and he stared at the melted line along his palm. It hurt like he'd actually been cut open and cauterized. Gods, how had he even caught that?? The body was resilient. He paused and made his way over to the tunnel opening. He wouldn't look through yet, but he froze up as he heard Ekko telling someone to please step away from the edge. Viktor's hands tightened on his staff. Jinx... What was she doing?? Panic flared in his chest. He didn't hear anything for a moment before the sound of boots were heard taking slow steps. Was that her?? Viktor was dying to look. 

He wouldn't move, however. If she was in the precarious position he thought she was, Ekko was right. He did not want her freaking out. Viktor paused as he heard his name come up and he flinched as Jinx's voice suddenly raised, snapping that he was dead. It was silent for a few moments and Viktor hesitated. Ekko was going to think he'd been lying. He had to go. Viktor slipped into the tunnel, limping forward. The balloon soon came into view, surrounded by the metal grates. He'd missed it. At one of the higher points, he could see Jinx holding Ekko off the edge by his scarf, threatening to drop him onto the metal below. It wouldn't kill him, but would sure hurt. Ekko's boots were still on the ground, but she was the only thing holding him up. Black was running down her face as she glared at him. "Don't lie to me! Don't you ever lie to me, Ekko!" 

Viktor moved out onto the grate with a soft clang and Jinx's glowing eyes instantly moved to him. She dragged Ekko upwards and threw him to the side. Viktor startled as she jumped down, shaking the metal grate she landed on before grabbing her gun from the floor. She raised it, stalking towards him and holding it up with wide eyes. Viktor instantly jerked back, his staff in front of him. He turned his head away, feeling the barrel shakily press against the side of his head. He lowered his head, holding one of his hands up. It was the burned one and he felt her pause. Her breathing was heavy. "It said its name was Viktor. It knew my name without me saying it." Ekko finally stated from the higher ledge, his own body tense. "I-It said you used to talk about me." 

Jinx weakened again and her breathing seemed to speed it as she stared at Viktor. "V-Vi said you changed. Th-This can't be what she meant... This..." She inhaled shakily and her gun rattled in her fingers as she held her hands against the sides of her head again. Viktor held his staff against himself. He didn't dare touch her while she was doing that. Her foot lifted and he nearly fell as she slammed it down against the grate with nearly her whole body weight, the clang echoing around the cavern. When Jinx finally looked up again, her fingers were curled into her shirt, the gun resting dangerously close to her head. Ekko seemed just as uneasy as Viktor about that. Viktor's eyes settled on her hair and he paused. Her braids... Where were...? He was already reaching out and she jerked back from him, holding out the gun again. Viktor clumsily pushed the staff into his elbow and he started to use his hands. 

He was pretending to braid, knowing Jinx would recognize the movements. His hands were shaky as he lowered them and Jinx's free hand moved up to the back of her head. "I-I chopped them. I... I got... I got rid of them." Her voice was shaking. She had weakened even more. "...Did he kill you?" Her voice became strangled. Viktor froze up, his hands returning to his staff before he gave a quiet nod. "And let me guess... you're gonna go back to him...?" Viktor lowered his head and turned it to the side before nodding. The words cut him, but... unfortunately they were true. Jinx stared at him before lowering her gun. "...You're so stupid, Stringbean." Before he could process her words, she'd tackled him in a hug. She let out a stifled sob and Viktor wrapped a hand over her head to shield her crying from Ekko. She relaxed a little. Viktor knew Jinx hated others seeing her cry. "Gods, y-you’re so s-stupid, why?? Stop g-going back to him!! Y-You die again and y-you go back??" Her arms tightened on him and she took on a shaking breath. "O-Only you... Only you would be so..." 

It did hurt to hear it, but she was right. Only him. Only he would go running back like that. His hands shook. He felt her pull back and stare up at him, black still running down her face before she shoved him and he stumbled. "Stop dying!! Stop making me think you died!! Stop that!!" She yelled at him. Viktor stared back before throwing his hand to the side. He couldn't control that?? Jinx was shaking. "Stop." Viktor paused before reaching out and she grabbed his hand, sniffling as she looked it over. "I-I'm gonna get some bandages." She turned and disappeared around the corner, Viktor and Ekko both staring after her. 

Viktor paused as Ekko turned to look back at him. "...How many times have you died??" He asked in a dumbfounded voice. Viktor gave a vague wave of his hand. He didn't even want to talk about it. 

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Viktor did feel that Jinx had gone overboard with the bandages, but he was absolutely not going to say it out loud. She wrapped up his burned hand and was currently in the process of wrapping his shattered leg. He'd taken off his cloak. Ekko had yet to come down from the ledge above, seemingly for his own safety, though he did sit on the edge of it, watching both of them. Jinx tied it off and stared at the bandage quietly. Her eyes moved up and she turned, digging around through a pile before coming back with a marker. Viktor pressed himself back against the wall, not wanting to end up with some monster face. Instead, Jinx put one dot upwards. And another one down. She capped the marker again, leaving Viktor speechless. Had she just drawn his moles? He reached up to his face in confusion as Jinx tossed the marker away over her shoulder. She still had black staining her face, but her sniffling had died down.

Viktor paused before lifting his head towards Ekko. Ekko held up his hands, clearly not wanting to come down and interrupt them yet. Viktor turned back to Jinx before reaching out to her. She stared at his bandaged hand quietly. "...I don't get it, Stringbean. Aren't you tired of him?? Does he even know you look like this?" She shoved his good leg with her boot. Viktor paused before starting to pull his hand back as he shook his head. Jinx reached out, grabbing his wrist and just holding it. Viktor paused, reaching out and placing his other hand over hers. She sniffled again, wiping her face and smearing the black. "Isn't it hard having two psychopaths near you?" Viktor startled before tugging her hand, instantly flicking her shoulder as lightly as he could. She jumped and turned to him with tearful eyes. "It's true, i-isn't it?? We both killed people. We'd both do it again. We both killed you. And we would both kill someone for you... Is that not crazy??"  

Viktor glanced up and, if the moment hadn't been so serious, he would've laughed at the absolutely lost look on Ekko's face. Viktor looked back at Jinx before he shook his head. He glanced up at Ekko before signing that he needed his help to communicate. Jinx seemed taken back, asking where he'd learned that. "He said it was a recent development." Ekko spoke up from the ledge above. Viktor began to sign and Ekko paused. "He said you're both different. That you were guided down the wrong path, while... Jayce... chose it willingly from the start." Ekko clearly didn't know who Jayce was, but it unnerved him. He only seemed to become more unnerved as Viktor continued to sign. "That his attachment to you isn't unhealthy and doesn't feel like it's ripping his soul from... his body every... two seconds." Ekko paused before staring at them. "Who is this guy?? He sounds batshit." 

"Cuz he is." Jinx replied, though she wouldn't look away from Viktor. Her voice was a little strangled. "He's evil." Viktor shook his head, but jumped as Jinx slammed her hand down on the grate, making it rattle. "He is!! Don't lie to yourself! He's evil!" Viktor really didn't know about that. Not when pieces of humanity continued to break through Jayce like they did. But he did suppose only he would know that. He kept his head down and Jinx sniffled again. He paused as she moved over and leaned back against the wall before resting her head against his side. She hadn't let go of Viktor's wrist. Ekko was watching them both and there was something soft in his eyes that Viktor hadn't seen earlier. He hesitated before getting up. As he started to climb down, Viktor instinctively panicked and started to move away, confusing Jinx. She looked up and paused before yelling at Ekko to keep it away from him. Ekko landed on the grate, struggling to get the canister off as quickly as he could before placing it farther away. He held up his hands at them in surrender with wide eyes. Jinx instantly turned to him. "I-Is that thing still in your chest??" Viktor shook his head and Jinx seemed panicked. "Where is it then?!" 

Viktor signed up at Ekko and Jinx turned to him frantically. Ekko seemed absolutely shocked for a moment. "It's... in his body. His real one. He says it replaced him." He sounded stunned just saying the words and that seemed to make Jinx freeze up. She started to shake and turned to Viktor with small apologies spilling out, saying that they shouldn't have made it. That they shouldn't have created it. She hugged him and Viktor held her with one arm, signing to Ekko. "Uh, h-he says neither of you could've known what would happen. That you both just tried to cure him." 

"And look what good THAT did!!" Jinx instantly cried out, her voice cracking. "Does this look cured?!" Viktor paused. Ekko looked hopelessly confused as he stared at them. Viktor hesitated before beckoning him closer. Ekko froze up and shook his head. Viktor gestured again, much more firm this time and Ekko clenched his jaw before taking a few steps forward. He hesitantly knelt down next to Jinx before reaching out and placing his fingers on her tattooed bicep. Instantly, Jinx flinched, inhaling sharply. She'd frozen up, her glowing eyes moving back to look at Ekko. "What?" She asked miserably. Ekko glanced up at Viktor, who started signing again. 

"He, uh, he wants me to stay with you. Says he'll be gone again before morning to, uh... go back." Ekko translated quietly, clearly uncertain about even saying it out loud. Jinx pulled back from Viktor and smacked his chest with teary eyes, making him jump. She demanded to know why and Viktor hesitated before signing. Ekko quickly pulled his hand back and distanced himself a little before translating. "H-He says you know why." Jinx's eyes closed and her shoulders sank in defeat.

"...I hate him, Viktor. I hate him." Her voice was weak and she stared at him as he nodded, turning his head away. He hated him too. He glanced up as Ekko spoke up, clearly trying to intercept the subject before Jinx became further disheveled. 

"Are you going back to help against the Noxian army?" He asked quietly. Jinx paused, wiping her eyes and staining her fingers black. Viktor hesitated before signing. "You're... going back to stop... yourself?" Ekko furrowed his brow. "That thing you said replaced you?" Viktor nodded. Viktor signed again. "It's... working with the army." Jinx stared over at him in shock before Viktor signed one more time. "And that's why you have to go back to... Jayce." Ekko sounded slightly disappointed too, despite not even having the majority of the context. Jinx glanced over at him before looking back at Viktor. Viktor signed and Ekko looked taken back. "I'm gonna be judgemental! That guy sounds like hell!" He exclaimed at Viktor. "I don't even know who he is and I don't want to!" 

Viktor sighed internally before turning his head away. "Stringbean." Jinx finally spoke up. "Am I allowed to paint on you now?" The question took him by surprise. He'd always said no before, but that was when he'd... had skin. He paused before giving a nod. Jinx managed the weakest smile before getting up and moving away. Viktor stared after her. Viktor signed, asking if the Firelights were going to help fight and Ekko muttered that they would mostly be focused on protecting people down here. Viktor signed that he understood. He knew most of the problem would likely happen at surface level in Piltover. But with the Hexcore's unknown plan... He hoped Zaun remained safe. Viktor glanced up as Jinx came back with several small jars of paint and a cup of water. She had a thick paintbrush and Viktor tipped his head. She glanced up. "...I wouldn't use the spray paint on you. I actually want to make it look nice." She had dark circles under her eyes as she knelt down, laying her things out. He signed again. 

"He's... asking if you can sleep once you're done. He says you look... Listen, I'm not gonna say that to her." Ekko said firmly to Viktor. 

"Like you look any better." Jinx said to Viktor, scoffing weakly. "...I'll think about it." Jinx began to paint on him and Viktor leaned back against the wall. Jinx was painting clouds. By the time she was nearly done with his arm, she'd added clouds and gears and bones. It spread up around one side of his neck and down one side of his torso. Viktor glanced up. Ekko was leaned back against the railing of the hideout, looking like he'd fallen asleep. Jinx kept glancing at him and she finally picked up the pink jar of paint. Viktor flicked her scoldingly and she weakly stuck out her tongue before moving over, starting to sneakily paint Ekko's exposed shoulder with small swirls. Viktor held up his own arm. She'd even painted over the bandages. He did feel warm as he looked at it. Jinx's fingers and hands were stained all different colors. She finally set down the cup, staring at Ekko before turning and sitting herself down next to him. She stared at Viktor with tired eyes. "...Are you leaving now?" He would have to if he was going to make it back by mid-morning. He gave a small nod, reaching out and picking up his staff. He nearly rolled his eyes as he watched the paint colors stain it. 

Jinx gave a weak smile, watching him push himself up. He reached out to his cloak and slipped it back on, clipping the front. The inside was going to be stained to hell. "...I hope you get your body back, Stringbean. This thing is really ugly." Jinx said bluntly. Viktor lightly hit the bottom of her boot with his staff and she let out a small, wheezy giggle, leaning back against the railing. She gave a small sigh. Viktor could only stare and she seemed to realize something. "...I'll be okay. He's... He's still here if I do anything stupid." She said quietly, gesturing to Ekko. Viktor moved over, stretching out his hand. She reached up, giving it a squeeze. Both of their hands were completely stained in paint now and Viktor didn't mind it at all. He squeezed her hand back before letting go and turning away. "Viktor." He paused and turned to face her again. "Please try not to fucking die again." Well, what the hell. He threw his hands out to the side again in quiet helplessness. What was he supposed to do about that?? Jinx gave a small sigh before leaning back against the railing. "I still think you guys should get a divorce!" She called out quietly. 

Even if she didn't understand him, the words were clear enough as he turned back and quickly signed that they were not married. "Sorry, can't understand you." Jinx said, shrugging. Viktor made a vague shooing gesture before turning away. He sighed and made his way out of the hideout, taking the larger draped path. He knew it would take him a little longer to get back to Piltover, but he was not squeezing his way through anything smaller again. He could see the light from the hideout fading behind him as he limped up the path. Secretly, the bandages on his leg did make him feel better since it wasn't as exposed. He glanced back. He hoped he could trust Ekko to take care of her. She seemed like she at least trusted him a little. And good gods, that Hexcore. Why was there another one?? It looked far too tiny to be of any use except to that device, but that didn't mean Viktor wasn't paranoid about it. 

As he approached the exit of the path, he remained quiet. Was Jayce back at the Council Hall?? Would he get to see him?? He gripped his staff a little tighter. He exited the drapes at the end before emerging through the rocks. He was in a different part of Zaun than where he'd entered, but he could at least remember how to make it back from here. As he glanced up at the fissures, he paused. The sun was rising, he could tell by the orange and pink sky. Viktor was a little slower as he moved and he crinkled his nose internally at the feeling of the paint smearing beneath his cloak. He hadn't had time to let it dry though. He paused as something started to squeeze in his chest. It was uncomfortable and choking, like some kind of serpent was trying to exit his body. He internally gasped, leaning against the wall next to him before sinking to his knees. He couldn't even register the pain from his leg. 

What was happening?? Tears were running down his face again and he fell limp against the wall as he was pulled upwards. However, when he opened his eyes again, he was not in that starry expanse. He was not in the astral plane. He held his arms out. They were the white silhouette again and his body felt light. He didn't like it. What happened to him?? He had to get back to the... He stared around. This was... the Council Room. There were soft footsteps and he froze up as he turned to face the center. And that was... He whispered his name, though his throat burned and it was more of a breath than anything. Jayce was tracing his grey-stained fingers over the Council table. He wore black, fingerless gloves and a tight, form-fitting dark green shirt with black and red patches. His hammer... That corrupted hammer was tight in his other hand, one of the points dragging along the floor. They were really going to let him fight?? Did he really have a solution for this? It hadn't just been his ego talking?

Viktor hesitated before taking a step forward. He still didn't understand why he was here. Light from the rising sun was shining through the opaque glass window. No. No, why was he here?? There had to be... There had to be an anchor somewhere. Or this was a hyper realistic dream. Somehow he doubted the second one. He jumped as he heard the doors opening, glancing back. Mel. He watched as she moved into the room slowly. Her body language was still guarded, but she did approach Jayce much closer than anyone else would. "Jayce." Her voice was quiet and Jayce paused before looking back at her with those gold eyes. Viktor couldn't help but stare. It looked like Jayce had finally gotten a shower too. His hair wasn't greasy anymore. "Caitlyn said you ran away-"

"You said he'd be here." Jayce's voice was quiet, yet the undertone beneath it was so threatening that even Viktor could taste it in his throat. Mel replied that he would be back soon. Were they...? Viktor paused. Oh no, were they talking about him?? "...I don't think he survived. You're all lying to me." His gruff voice was eerily calm as he traced his fingers over the table. Mel replied that she would have no reason to do that. "Of course you would. You need me for this." Good gods, nevermind. His ego was still very much intact. Viktor rolled his eyes and his mouth quirked in amusement as he heard Mel sigh. He could only imagine that she'd done the same. She replied that she wouldn't have had him released if she was. "I didn't need you to release me. I could've left at any time. I'm only here because you said he was. That he would need my help with this. You think I wanted to help any of you? You think I didn't know that you were just going to have me executed once I was done being useful?" He leaned against the table before moving forward as Mel moved back a little. "I'm not stupid. I'm pretty damn good at that game." Mel replied that it hadn't been a game and Jayce stared at her. That look was critically dangerous.

Jayce had raised his hammer, holding the base with both hands now. "Don't you raise your weapon on me, Jayce Talis." Mel's voice instantly became firm. Viktor scrunched up his shoulders as her eyes fully lit up gold as glowing wisps sparked around her. Jayce clenched his jaw before letting out a barely controlled sigh. His eyes kept twitching around and he furrowed his brow. Viktor paused, wondering if Jayce was sensing him. No... No. He could feel it too. Something else was in the room. Jayce parted his mouth, taking in a soft breath as he turned and moved around Mel, his hammer raised. "Jayce?? What is it?" Mel asked, her tone becoming concerned. Jayce's breathing had sped up and the four sections of his hammer split open, the corrupted Hex Crystal inside crackling. Did Jayce see what it was?? Viktor couldn't. He couldn't. What was-

He jerked backwards, hearing Mel cry out in shock as Jayce suddenly took aim, dust exploding around the room as he took out one of the pillars in the entryway. He was panting and he tried to aim again as there was a mechanical winding sound. "Jayce?" He instantly froze up, the four sections of his hammer slamming shut instantly as the weapon lowered to the ground. Viktor had frozen up as well. That was his voice, but he hadn't said that. He watched as a silhouette moved through the cloud of dust. It was shaped like him at first, but when it moved through, it was that tall, slender figure. Jayce moved back, his body locked up as he nearly ran into Mel. She whispered that she'd told him Viktor was different. No. No, no, that wasn't him! That wasn't him! Panic flooded his chest. "Jayce, please, can't we have... some civility?" His voice was weak as it came from the automaton. The gold pieces were in the wrong places. The leg wasn't shattered. 

"Hey." Jayce said quietly, his body language guarded. Mel had furrowed her brow behind him, staring at the automaton. Was she seeing it? Was she noticing? Viktor froze up, a chill going down his spine as his own voice weakly responded. 

"H-Hey." Fuck. Viktor swore internally as he watched Jayce's body relax a little. The Hexcore had learned. Don't fall for it. He was begging Jayce not to fall for it and he could only watch as the other lowered his hammer completely, taking a few steps forward. Mel looked troubled as she peered around him, still trying to get a look at it. Viktor was silently begging Mel to realize. She blinked before saying his name. Jayce wouldn't look back at her and Mel snapped his name, making him scowl quietly. "D-Don't. Don't. I-It's okay if she doesn't trust me." Good gods, it sounded just like him. Viktor slid his hands up into his hair, curling it. Tears had started down his face.

Fuck. 

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"I apologize, Counciler. I-I tried to be back sooner. I just wanted to fix my... my leg a-and my voice." Viktor's voice remained weak and nervous. Jayce instantly turned to Mel, demanding to know what had happened to it. The automaton reached out. "Don't! Jayce! I-I woke up with a shattered leg! She wouldn't know!" What a liar. Viktor felt like he was going to be sick again. It was mimicking him perfectly, all the way down to the tremor in his voice. It even had been enough to confuse Mel, who gave a small nod in response to his words. Even if him fixing his leg and voice had been true, the gold pieces. The gold pieces were different. Couldn't she see that?? Viktor's heart was racing as more tears ran down his face. Why was he here?? Had the Hexcore brought him here just to witness this?? "Jayce..." His voice sounded so tired and defeated. Jayce stared at the automaton before moving forward again. His face changed a little as he stood in front of it. "...Jayce, please do not look like that. I can't control my height." 

Jayce mumbled that he knew, but he certainly didn't look pleased about it. He asked why he looked like this and Viktor's voice softly replied that he didn't know. "But now that this body is fixed, I... I feel stronger." The voice admitted. "I-I can walk. I can even run now." Viktor couldn't handle this. He took a few steps back, hitting the wall. The automaton stretched out its arm and Jayce reached up, studying it quietly as he drew his fingers over it. He muttered the pieces didn't look welded, nor did they look screwed. His brow furrowed and he finally released his hammer, laying it on its side before reaching up and holding the automaton's arm. Mel remained back near the table, her hands clasped in front of her. She was watching them both with narrowed eyes. The automaton was quiet before Viktor's voice spoke again. "You... don't seem as pleased to see me. Is... it that bad?" Jayce glanced up at him in surprise before stating that he was relieved to see him again. "Except... this isn't the me you wanted to see." Viktor watched the automaton shakily pull its arm away. He hated it. Hated how much this sounded like something he would say. That this was a worry he had been having. 

"What?? No, Vik, you have to give me a little... You don't... look anything how you did. I know it's you, but I need some time to get used to it." Jayce said, his voice softening as he stared up at the automaton. Vik. That nickname tore straight through Viktor's chest. The automaton turned its head away. 

"...Right." His voice was weakened and Jayce stared at it in dismay. No. No, don't look at it like that. Viktor felt that ugly, twisted feeling in his stomach again. Jayce started to reach up towards it again, his touch clearly about to be gentle, and Viktor's heart sank. He moved forward, reaching out and grabbing the base of the hammer. He didn't have a chance in the world of lifting it, but maybe he could... The hammer suddenly activated, loud scraping heard as its four sections opened, the points dragging along the floor. Jayce startled, jerking backwards as the hammer suddenly fired. It wasn't that big of a blast, but it left a sizable hole in one of the pillars. The automaton had taken a few steps back as well. Jayce stared down at his hammer in confusion. He moved towards it. "Jayce, be careful!" Viktor's voice whispered as the automaton awkwardly hugged its own stomach. Jayce replied that he was fine in a comforting tone. 

He reached out and grabbed the handle, Viktor doing so at the same time before activating it again. The sections split back open and Viktor flinched at the light from the Hex Crystal. He paused and glanced up. Jayce's golden eyes were fixed on him and he'd gone silent. Viktor could only stare back. He trembled as the automaton was suddenly seen approaching behind Jayce, saying his name in Viktor's weak voice. Viktor felt his vision funnel and he was reverted back to that shattered silhouette, part of his head deteriorating. He raised a shaking hand to the damaged side of his head before jerking back as the automaton leaned over Jayce's shoulder. He had to let go of the handle. The hammer instantly snapped shut and Viktor knew he'd disappeared from Jayce's view. "Jayce...?" The automaton gave an uncertain shuffle. 

Jayce startled before getting up with the handle, awkwardly leaning to the side to avoid standing up directly beneath the automaton. His brace gave a creak, but the automaton didn't seem to react at all. Viktor did, his chest squeezing at the sound. He studied it and gave a frown. It was too tight. Jayce had pulled one of the straps too much. It was straining the rest of it, not to mention it would bruise his skin. "It's... It's fine... It's wild magic, it... I get affected by it." Jayce fumbled over his explanation. Viktor felt sick. He raised a hand to his throat. Why was it still like this?? This was his form now, wasn't it?? Why wouldn't he be able to heal it?? He furrowed his brow, feeling vague crackling. He paused. The hammer. The Hex Crystal. The magic from the hammer was spiraling up his arm and he took in a small, shaking breath. Something. He had something. He tried to focus further, squeezing his eyes shut. The automaton stepped closer to Jayce and he reached up, cupping its cheek.

"D-Don't. Don't." Viktor barely managed to wheeze out. He could speak, but it wasn't anywhere near loud enough. He glanced over at Mel before quickly making his way over. "Counciler." His voice was a whisper as he touched one of his fingers to her hand. Mel seemed to give a small jump, but she wouldn't react openly. "I-It's not me." He whispered in his strained voice. She gave a small breath as her hands tightened. Viktor felt panic as he looked over towards Jayce and the automaton again. They were engaged in a gentle conversation and Viktor couldn't help the burning he felt in his chest. He didn't care how good its impression of him was. Jayce should know. Jayce should know it wasn't him. The automaton had its hand rested on Jayce's shoulder, its fingers relaxed. Viktor hated that. He hated this. He nudged Mel's hand again. "It's not even asking about his leg... The brace is going to snap, why won't-" 

Mel's eyes widened and she lifted her hand. A glowing gold field suddenly erupted between Jayce and the automaton, shoving them back from one another. The automaton used Viktor's voice to cry out in shock as it was fully encased. Jayce turned on Mel in an instant before she raised her other hand to the side. A rush of magic swept over Viktor's body and he held his throat. Mel had placed a golden screen in front of him and her eyes widened like she hadn't been expecting to see him either. "What is that?? Is that me??" Viktor's voice sounded panicked. Jayce had frozen up as he stared at Viktor. His grip had become tight on his hammer and he backed up. "J-Jayce??" The automaton sounded panicked. Jayce pressed himself back against the wall, staring between them. 

Viktor still could barely speak and he reached out, apologizing weakly as he started to siphon magic from the gold wall in front of him. It spread up his arm and to his throat. Slowly, the bruises started to show on his silhouetted body, an ugly shade of mustard yellow around his neck. Bright blue tears ran down his face from his eye. "S-Sorry. Sorry, it hurts." He kept apologizing to Mel, who could only stare at him in shock. She quickly turned to him, increasing the magic output on his side. It was clearly straining her and he shook his head. "Don't. D-Don't hurt yourself." He pleaded in his raspy voice. Mel let out a shaky breath before both of the fields dropped. The automaton seemed silent as it hugged itself. 

Mel had collapsed to her hands and knees, seeming like she needed more than a minute or two to recover. Viktor was shaking. He stared up at Jayce. The other had his hammer raised, the sections shifting around, like he was trying to decide if he wanted to activate it or not. Viktor took in a shaking breath before speaking. "J-Jayce." The other startled, pressing himself back against the wall. "Th-The brace is too tight. S-Second strap. Y-You're going to bruise." Jayce paused, staring out in Viktor's direction before he turned to the automaton. It asked what he was doing. Viktor let out a wheezy breath. He was so upset. He demanded that Jayce listen to him and the other glanced in his direction, clearly unhappy about the command. "A-Am I nothing more than a voice with a tremor to you??" Viktor's frustration was bleeding through his words. "It can just act small and frightened and that's all it takes to convince you?? Good gods, I thought you knew me more than that!" His voice became strained again. "Wh-What the hell were all those pretty words for if you can't even tell what's me or not?! You made me feel important and for what?!" He raised his voice before breaking down into wheezing coughs. He slid his hand up into his hair. "...I HATE you." 

That was all Jayce seemed to need and the hammer suddenly opened up, the automaton jerking out of the way to avoid the blast. "Jayce!" His voice sounded shocked. "You’re just going to listen to it?? We don't even know what that is!!" It had to move out of the way again as Jayce tried to hit it again. "You're not listening!" Jayce finally managed to get one hit on it, blasting the automaton back into the wall with a crumble. It twitched, its form seeming to fizzle. Jayce made his way over to where he'd just seen Viktor. Viktor was still furious with him.

"...I know you're angry." Jayce muttered under his breath. He hadn't taken his eyes off the automaton as it wrenched itself from the wall. "But how was I supposed to know??" Viktor replied furiously that he should always know. Jayce shot a glance to the side before a smile quirked his lips as Viktor stated that he hoped it killed him. "You'd love that, I know." Mel rolled her eyes behind them and muttered for them to focus in a shaky voice. Jayce clearly still couldn't see him, but he knew he was there. "Where are you?" Viktor stated that he was still down in Zaun. That he'd been trying to get back here. He froze up as his voice echoed through the Council room with a menacing reverberation. 

"Mm..." It almost seemed to hum. Viktor backed up, kneeling down next to Mel to check on her. He nudged her hand and she glanced up before moving back. She still seemed tired, but she was glaring past Jayce. The automaton made a soft, breathy noise. "You are... quite annoying. I thought you weren't going to be a problem." It wasn't talking to Jayce and Viktor realized this in an instant. "You weren't supposed to be able to speak. I should've completely separated your head from your body. You would've survived like that within the Arcane." To hear his voice say those things so promisingly was haunting and Viktor's hand curled against Mel's. She whispered in a breathless voice for him to calm down. He didn't know if he could. Jayce raised his hammer again, but inhaled shakily at a sparking noise. "You're exhausting your Rune, Jayce." The voice almost sounded scolding as the automaton took a few slow steps forward, one leg in front of the other. "He's finally weakening and he'll be part of me soon. I can keep him. And I can finally be rid of you. I will remain." 

"Not for long." Jayce muttered. He didn't have energy for his Rune, but it turned out that wasn't his plan. Viktor startled as Jayce moved forward, the hammer dragging along the ground. Jayce heaved it over his head and it smashed down to where the automaton had been. Jayce swore as there was a flash of gold and the automaton grabbed him by the shoulder, lifting him and pinning him to the floor. Jayce snapped for it to get off of him and the automaton tipped its head before speaking in Viktor's soft voice. 

"But you love when I do this." He sounded slightly saddened and Jayce's eyes widened. It had pinned his hands above his head as the other slid down the front of his body, causing a slight shiver of his spine. He had frozen and Viktor jumped as gold spikes rippled along the floor, one throwing the automaton off of Jayce. It twitched as it pulled itself to its feet, reminiscent of a spider. Mel had her hand down on the floor, panting quietly. She snapped for Jayce to focus and he shot a glare back at her, snapping back that he was before climbing to his feet and taking another swing. This one actually connected and the automaton was thrown towards the table. It collided with it as Jayce quickened his pace. Viktor stared at his brace in panic, seeing it creaking heavily under the movement and weight. The automaton slid out of the way of his next swing before climbing over Jayce and grabbing him, its legs locking around his waist as it pulled him back against its chest. "Jayce." Viktor's voice was soft, with an undertone of scolding. "Don't make me do this." It slipped its hand under his chin from behind. Its fingertips glowed and for a moment, the form changed. 

That was him. With his white hair and silhouetted body. Stars dotted his pale skin and his eyes gave off an amber glow. It leaned down, tipping its head at Jayce. "You remember this face, don't you?" The thumb traced over Jayce's lips and he let out a shaky breath. "Isn't this body incredible? No need for ailments. No need for sickness. No need for... you." The other hand slid down his shoulder, making Jayce shiver. He let out a soft scoff and Viktor saw himself pause. Jayce whispered that he really wasn't Viktor then. His form seemed to narrow its eyes. Jayce squeezed his own eyes shut and the automaton reappeared. Jayce moved forward just a little before smashing it back into the table. It was forced to let go just for a moment before Jayce rolled it over his shoulder, throwing it to the floor. Mel's hands sparked against the ground, but she could barely seem to pull anything. Viktor jumped as the automaton spun up from the ground, its leg slamming Jayce backwards into the table. He started to get up before it grabbed him by the throat. Its other hand reached out, the fingers carefully tracing over Jayce's as they remained gripped around the handle of the hammer. "Give it to me." Viktor was stunned as Jayce's hand weakened and the automaton gently pulled the hammer from his grasp. It fizzled in the automaton's grasp, the crystal inside clearly not liking its touch. 

The automaton raised Jayce off the ground and the sheer panic that filled Viktor's chest almost made him sick. He reached out with a shaking apology and grabbed Mel's hand. Her eyes suddenly lit up as gold wisps erupted from the floor, dragging the automaton away and forcing it to drop Jayce. He coughed shakily as the automaton was thrown over the table, disappearing behind it. Viktor's body was fizzling, but he didn't care. He stumbled over as Jayce reached out, grabbing his hammer. He stood as the automaton's hand grasped the table and it slowly climbed over it. His Rune sparked and Viktor knew it wouldn't be enough. The moment the hammer opened, he reached inside, cupping his ghostly hands around the crystal. The moment his fingers touched it, it suddenly lit up with such a blinding light that even Jayce flinched away. There was a snapping noise as it fired and the automaton crashed against the table, electricity seeming to corrupt its entire body. 

It collapsed to the floor, twitching as gold liquid started to seep out of the holes on its face. Those... Viktor felt a chill. Those looked like his... fingerprints. From his... followers. The hammer snapped shut as Jayce collapsed back against the table, panting. His hammer hit the floor as he dropped it. Mel looked equally shaken, her eyes wide. Viktor hoped he hadn't hurt her by forcing her magic. He hadn't even meant to. He stared at Jayce's brace. "Y-Your brace. I'm sorry, I..." He trailed off in dismay. The bottom of it had snapped and Jayce stared at it before shaking his head and muttering for him not to worry about it. Viktor reached out towards it before pausing. Where were his hands?? The ends of his arms had trailed off into wisps. He felt so... weak. Maybe grabbing the crystal directly hadn't been his best idea. But good gods... He shakily glanced over at the limp automaton. There was a pool of golden liquid beneath its head now. Jayce leaned his head back against the table, his breath wheezy. He asked Viktor's name out loud. "I'm being... pulled back. I don't... feel well." Viktor managed quietly. 

He only closed his eyes for a moment, but when he did, he was suddenly collapsing to the ground with a loud clang. He stared forward. He was back underground. He was back on that cavern floor and he could see his painted blue hand laying limp in front of him. He couldn't move. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move. He was trying to control his breathing. He was... He was still so angry. He hadn't realized how angry that had made him. Jayce being tricked so easily. And during the fight itself, those small touches had made him shiver and it had released such an ugly feeling in Viktor's chest that he'd felt like he was going to destabilize right then and there. His heart was still pounding. His fingers ever so slightly curled into the dirt. 

All those sweet words and touches. For what?? For Jayce to not even recognize an imposter. And good gods, what was the Hexcore doing?? Its intentions towards Jayce were clear, but what about him?? It wanted to... absorb him, maybe?? Why? Was it... Was it some twisted way of keeping him safe?? Maybe he had made a mistake by allowing it to take Jayce's form so often. No. Viktor had made a mistake by checking on that noise in the lab all those years ago. He pulled one of his arms back to his head, weakly burying his face against it. He felt so betrayed and it upset him like he could not believe. It felt like forever before he was able to move again. He finally managed to push himself up onto his elbows. His hands felt numb. He glanced up at the sky and his shoulders sank. The sun was over the fissure. Midday. He had to get back. He had to. Even moving a little made him feel like he was going to be sick and he had to constantly remind himself that it wouldn't be possible in this body. 

He grabbed his staff and forced himself to his feet. He stumbled, his legs nearly buckling on the first step. He reached up to his face once he was walking again. He felt around, furrowing his brow internally. He didn't have those markings that the other one had had. Those fingerprints. It sent a chill up his spine. He didn't even want to think about it, knowing how badly it would distress him to even make the connection. He could feel the tears running down his face again. He wasn't sure how long it took before he reached the path leading up to Piltover. He hadn't even spared a glance at the water cavern. Going up proved much harder than coming down and his hands were trembling once he'd finally reached the top. How was it, even in this body, that he felt exhausted?? He carefully clambered along the edge of the cliff before slipping into the alleyway. As he navigated them, he finally glanced up to see people out in the street. How was he going to...? 

Viktor hesitated before moving out from the alley. No matter what he did, his height was drawing attention. He could hear the whispers and it sent a bolt of bad nostalgia through his body. He'd heard whispers like that when he'd been in the Academy too. All about him. Always about him. At least these people couldn't recognize him. He finally glanced up as he heard a voice. At the front of the Council building, the Enforcers seemed to have spotted him. One had opened the doors to yell something and, within seconds, the doors were thrown open, Caitlyn's eyes wide. She hurried down the steps and over to him. "You were supposed to be back hours ago!!" She hissed in a scolding tone. Viktor could only stare at her. He allowed her to grab his free hand and pull him along. A steady ringing had started, consuming all the noises. 

Caitlyn seemed like she was saying something, but Viktor couldn't hear it. He had to hold on. He had to hold on. He forced himself to climb the steps before following Caitlyn through the doors. Inside, Vi had stumbled up from a bench, her eyes wide. He swore she said his name, but he couldn't... The ringing was so much and his footsteps slowed to a stop. He watched both women jump as his staff slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground. His bandaged leg was the next to buckle and he crashed to the floor, his vision going completely dark. 

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Viktor could only lay in silence. All of his senses were gone and his thoughts were so loud. He briefly wondered if this was what it was like to be dead. As he slowly gained feeling in his body again, it felt like he was submerged in just an inch or so of water. It was cooling. His vision finally focused and all he saw were stars, stretching out in front of him. He... recognized... this place. His fingers finally twitched and he became aware of them. His hands were nearly transparent, but he could see them. His body was silhouetted again. It seemed like he was leaning on his damaged side, his vision still restricted to one eye. There was... a hand... on his shoulder. He shifted and he felt it yank away. "Viktor!" Skye's voice made him flinch and she quickly quieted down. "V-Viktor." He heard her get up and move around him, ripples of water spreading from her footsteps before she knelt down again. She reached out and took his hand. "Can you feel this??" 

Viktor's hand slightly curled in hers and he nodded. Skye let out a trembling sigh of relief. "You dropped back in here with no arms. Good gods, I-I thought you were going to just break into pieces." Her voice sounded shaken. No arms? Viktor furrowed his brow. He tried to sit up and he felt Skye's hand move under his back, helping him. He could only stare at the ground for a moment. Skye pulled her hands back, sitting on her knees next to him. "What happened out there?? You... I felt you use... You learned my sign language extremely fast." Viktor paused before managing to reply that he'd needed it. "Y-Your voice! You're speaking!" Skye was obviously trying to keep herself hushed. Viktor did appreciate it. He paused as he placed a hand down, feeling the water. He furrowed his brow. "The water has been rising little by little. I don't... know what's happening." Skye admitted. 

Viktor didn't like that. He pulled his knees against himself. There was a low rumbling sound and he instantly took Skye's hand, his eyes wide. She squeezed his back, staring around in shock. "S-Something is happening. Something is here." Viktor muttered. They could feel it. They could both feel it. Above them, golden strings were stretching down from the area above, seeming to disappear into the endless sky. Despite how pretty they were, they felt menacing as they drifted down towards them. Viktor could feel Skye trembling. The golden strings seemed to be absorbing the very color from the expanse, leaving behind only white. "Skye. Skye, it's going to take us." He whispered softly. He felt Skye's hand tighten on his. She suddenly moved and took him by the shoulders. "Skye?" 

"Just me." She said softly. Before Viktor could react, she pushed him down and he was shoved beneath the surface of the water. He started to sink and above the water, he could see the faint outline of Skye watching him before golden lines seemed to start pulling apart her form. He could feel her fading away. His glowing tears drifted up in the water and he realized he wasn't breathing. He squeezed his eye shut and finally jerked upwards, taking in a loud gasp of air. There was a loud winding noise before he collapsed back against whatever he was laying on. He sat up immediately, raising his hand to his smooth face. No tears. He could only feel them internally. He was searching desperately through his mind, but she wasn't there. She wasn't there anymore. What had the Hexcore done?? 

His fingers twitched against something soft beneath him, but he could barely process it. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face against his knees. His leg was still shattered, but it was unbandaged. He could see all the components inside. He was... He was on a couch?? Where was he? He stared around with teary eyes. He was in some lounging room. He didn't recognize it. There were no windows here. It felt dark and compressed. Only lanterns around. Viktor felt panic start to build in his chest, that grinding noise starting up again. A door suddenly opened and Viktor glanced over. He froze up. Jayce stared at him, holding a heavy coat over his shoulder. He looked slightly out of it. "You're awake." He said quietly, his voice sounding slightly shocked. "That... That is you, right? This is the correct one?" He threw the coat to the side, the door shutting behind him as he came over, kneeling next to the couch. 

Viktor's hands were shaking and he let out a small, insulted scoff. "Can you still not tell?" He managed in a weak voice. Jayce was momentarily taken back before a smile quirked his own lips. 

"Oh, forgive me, good sir, I just had to deliver a speech to an entire room of Piltover elites and members of Zaun's revolutionaries respectively. I might be a little off." Jayce stated sarcastically. Viktor stared at him quietly. He paused as Jayce took his unpainted hand, pressing his lips to his knuckles. Viktor instantly scrunched up, pulling his hand back. Jayce stared at him before a smile pulled at his lips again. He stood up before asking how much of this thing Viktor could feel. He leaned down, cupping his head. "Let me know when I'm close." He pressed a kiss to its head and Viktor felt his face grow hot. He whispered that it was down a little more. Jayce tried again. To the left. There. He felt Jayce's lips meet his. He was left with his face burning as Jayce pulled back. He still felt sick and the burning left his face. 

"I believe something may have just happened with the Hexcore. H-Have you destroyed the one in the lab?" Viktor asked shakily, glancing up at Jayce. Jayce replied that that was the plan, but he'd been fixing Viktor's leg first. "We must hurry." Jayce replied that they wouldn't be hurrying anywhere if he didn't finish this. He moved away, kneeling back down next to Viktor's leg before picking up his tools. He seemed like he'd been fitting scrap metal to all the cracked pieces and welding them inside. His knee looked like it had rivers of silver running through it. He slotted the last piece in and Viktor bit back his pained noises as he felt Jayce start to weld it. It burned. Tears streamed down his face internally again, but he kept his hands up on his head. One where his hair would've been and the other over a nonexistent mouth. 

He was still absolutely devastated over Skye and he still wasn't even sure what had happened. Her form had been ripped apart... Good gods. He screwed his eyes shut. She'd... She'd saved him. Why?? He could never understand. He jumped as Jayce's hand was felt scooping under his leg, lifting it up and down before turning it side to side. He stood up and moved back. "Come on." Jayce sounded far too excited for how dark Viktor's thoughts currently were. He had his gloved hands held out. Viktor paused before slowly positioning himself so he was sitting on the edge of the couch. His fingers curled into the cushions before he pushed himself to his feet. His first step was wobbly, but... it was solid. His knee was... It was solid! Viktor's eyes widened and he lifted his head towards Jayce. He moved over, taking his hands, and Jayce made that slightly displeased sound again as he stared up at him. "Hm." 

"The leg works." Viktor whispered in hushed excitement. "I can finally just..." He swiftly delivered a kick to Jayce's knees, making the other collapse backwards. Jayce held his hands out to the sides, demanding what that was for. He startled as Viktor dropped to his knees in front of him with a clang before slamming him against the ground with one hand on his chest. "Am I recognizable enough now?? Do you need all this pretty decoration just to tell me apart??" He demanded, his voice quiet and on the verge of trembling. Jayce stared at him before starting to say he hadn't known. "How?? You watched me sleep, eat, talk. You watched me do everything for years and you couldn't even be bothered to look beyond some submissive words? With how much you ruined my life. Just some trembling words and you were convinced?? I wish that thing had killed you." His voice finally shook. "I should kill you." 

Jayce seemed stunned silent. Viktor stared at him before leaning forward. He slid an arm around Jayce's shoulders, burying his head against him. He wouldn't lay down, figuring he was much heavier than the other now. He felt Jayce's arms wrap around him in response. "Viktor, I'm sorry. I was... I was desperate to see you again. And hear you. I just... didn't even think twice about it. I... I had just heard you were alive again after I blew a hole through you." His voice strained for a moment. "Can you blame me for just thinking I had you again??" Viktor pulled back to stare at him, his chest aching before he replied that he could. Jayce stared at him before speaking in a thinly veiled, frustrated tone. "We have to get to the Hexcore, okay? You can be pissed off at me all you want once we destroy it." Jayce told him, fully sitting up. Viktor remained silent and Jayce reached out, cupping his head. He took a breath, seeming to compose himself before speaking. "Okay...?" 

"...Okay." Viktor said quietly. He was not going to apologize for kicking him. He pushed himself to his feet, Jayce doing the same. He reached out, pulling on the coat again. Viktor was confused by this, tapping at the metal adornments on the sides. 

"The Professor informed me that the Hexcore had to be moved to a deeper area of the lab. It was... growing too big." Jayce said, glancing back at him. "And it's... it's cold in there." Viktor tipped his head. "One of us still has skin." Jayce added quickly, like he was embarrassed. His warped hammer was propped up next to the door and he reached out, taking it. He turned and led Viktor out of the room. He recognized the hallways. They were in the Academy building. "Come on." Jayce offered his free hand and Viktor quickly took it, following along behind him. "The Noxian army is already within Piltover, but everyone else said they'd face them as long as I could get to the Hexcore." Jayce said firmly. Viktor nodded, doing his best to keep up. However, even with a repaired leg, Jayce was walking much faster. "Viktor, are you coming??" 

Viktor couldn't help his irritation as he replied in a scathing tone. "One of us grew up crippled, Jayce. With the injury that you have, you shouldn't even be walking that quickly!" Jayce only rolled his eyes and Viktor really did think he should've just killed him right there on the floor. When they reached the door to Heimerdinger's lab, Viktor moved inside the moment it was open. He could already vaguely feel its humming, but it was no longer in the center of the main room. It was beneath them. He could feel it all the way through his legs. He jumped as there was a hydraulic hissing noise, Jayce having activated a door. The moment it was open, the humming was much louder. It felt like it was rattling him. Still, he pressed forward. His steps were shaky as he moved down the stairs and he finally stopped, his shoulder pressed against the wall as he held his hands to his head. Was Jayce not hearing it?? 

He startled as he felt gloved hands take his wrists. He was pulled down into a hug, burying his head against Jayce's shoulder. His entire body was shaking, small clicks and rattles heard. "You're okay. Can you hear my voice??" Jayce's voice was right next to his head. Viktor nodded. "You'll be okay. Just stay with me. We'll both be fine." Viktor forced his body to relax, choosing to believe his lies this time. "You must be sensitive to it. What are you hearing??" Jayce asked next to his head. Viktor managed to sputter that it was humming and it was so loud that he could feel it in his core. Jayce pulled back, his brow furrowed as he looked down the stairs. He reached out, picking up his hammer again before taking Viktor's hand. He continued to lead him down, entering a dark hallway. There was another hiss as a second set of doors opened. The glow of the Hexcore took up nearly the entire room. He could see it in the center, a clear ring of light projected on the ground around it.

This one had yet to Anomalize. Viktor could barely breathe from how loud it was. Jayce's breath was coming out in a cold puff in front of him already. Viktor hesitated and the moment he stepped within the glow of the Hexcore, the humming stopped. He froze up and dropped to the ground, shakily holding a hand up to his ear. His... ear? His vision had funneled and he was back in his damaged astral form. His eye was wide in shock. Where had... the physical body gone?? He glanced back at where the ring formed from the Hexcore's light started. He stretched out a hand and it became that white, gold-jointed one out of the light. He pulled it back, it returning to the glow silhouette. He was in momentary shock. "Vik?" Jayce had come back to him. Viktor's breaths were coming out in billowing clouds. Jayce knelt down, his eyes wide. "Why do you look... like this??" 

"I-I change under the light. I don't know. The humming's stopped." Viktor whispered, one of his hands still raised to his ear. He jumped as Jayce reached up, seeming dismayed as he cupped where the other side of Viktor's head would've been. "J-Jayce, the Hexcore." He quickly pulled back, pushing himself to his feet. He felt much lighter and he started to ascend the stairs towards it with ease. He stood on the balcony surrounding it. "W-We'll have to disconnect the power sources. I believe your hammer should suffice." He heard footsteps coming up and he paused at a soft clang before jumping as arms wrapped around his waist from behind. "J-Jayce??" He gave a small shudder as he felt his lips press against the bruises around his throat. "J-Jayce, we're supposed to b-be..." Viktor shivered as Jayce's hand moved down his body, settling on his navel and rubbing circles with his fingers. "J-Jayce..." His voice came out in a shaky whisper. "Th-The Hexcore-"

"In a minute." Jayce muttered against his shoulder. "I want to remember you. So I never forget again." He bit the back of Viktor's ear. "And I can always tell the difference." Now?? He wanted to...? He opened his mouth before a shuddering gasp escaped him as he felt Jayce's fingers move down to the front of him, settling between his legs. "Are you blank again? Or can I do this?" Before Viktor could ask what he meant, a loud exclamation left him and he covered his mouth as he felt Jayce's fingers push up into his glowing form. Oh gods, he could feel him right in his core. Jayce had his fingers inside his purest form right now and it was rendering him useless. He let out a filthy noise, tipping his head back. "I didn't even care about any of this shit until they told me you were involved. I was ready to just sit in a cell and rot." He muttered next to his head. 

Viktor whispered that he couldn't before cutting off in a shaking gasp as Jayce pushed his fingers deeper. "I could. And I would've." He said calmly. "I'd let this world burn if you weren't in it." Despite the neutral tone, there was a soft breathy sound beneath it. The sentence sent a chill down Viktor's body. He shakily reached up behind him. He managed to grab the back of Jayce's neck, pulling him down so he could look at him with his good eye, trying to see if he meant that. He hoped he didn't. "This won't fix what I've done to you. Or what you've done to me." Jayce leaned forward, pressing their lips together. Viktor let out a shaky noise against his lips. His legs felt so weak, but Jayce was holding him up by his waist. When they pulled back from each other, their puffs of breath were mixing into one cloud between them. Those golden eyes pierced into Viktor's, only seeming illuminated by the glow. He started to thrust his fingers and Viktor's thighs slammed together as a strangled groan left his throat. He could feel tears welling in his eye. 

He didn't understand. Jayce could still be like this with him?? He was missing an entire part of his head and a piece of his shoulder. How could he...? Viktor gasped, arching his back. Jayce had pushed his whole hand inside, spreading out his fingers. He murmured for Viktor to look and he glanced down with a teary eye. Jayce's hand was illuminated right in his stomach area. He flexed each of his fingers and Viktor let out a filthy noise, squeezing his eye shut and tipping his head back again. He could feel him so deeply. "This is the least talkative I've heard you." Jayce sounded teasing and Viktor instantly replied in a strict, shaking voice that now wasn't the time. "I know, I know." Jayce pressed his lips to the bruises on his neck again. "Sorry. You're just so... soft." He breathed the word before pulling his hand from Viktor's body. Viktor screamed out. He covered his mouth. 

That feeling had been shaking. He'd never felt anything like that in his life. His legs were left quivering. He heard Jayce let out a soft breath next to his head. "Viktor." Jayce took one of his hands and slid it backwards. Viktor froze as he felt it settle on the bulge in Jayce's pants. "I can't destroy the power sources like this." Viktor let out a shaky breath, saying people were likely dying out there because of this. Because of him. "Mm." Jayce made a noise of acknowledgement, but it didn't seem to bother him. "Then you should probably hurry up." What a bastard. What an evil bastard. Viktor shifted around in his grip so he was facing him. Jayce's ears were red as he stared down at him. Viktor's face had been burning, but he couldn't tell if it was from anger or lust.

He started to undo Jayce's belt with shaky hands, muttering that he was such a piece of shit. Jayce cupped the back of his head with a hand, pressing kisses to his shoulder as he made another noise of acknowledgment. Viktor hated him. "H-How could you be like this now?? We are at war. People are dying." He froze as Jayce stated that Viktor hadn't seemed to mind when he'd had his hand inside him a minute ago. Viktor's cheeks completely flushed and he shut his mouth. He really was no better, was he?? People were relying on them. He had to finish this quickly. He reached up and pulled Jayce down into another kiss, though this one was much deeper and messier than he was used to as he exposed the other. He placed his hands on Jayce's shoulders before guiding both of them to the ground. Once they were on their knees, Viktor kept his attention by whispering his name in a quiet breath. 

He knew how to do it, but he really didn't know if he would be able to handle it. Wasn't this dangerous?? He didn't know, he'd never tried it before. He'd never tried any of this before. But if Jayce wanted to throw away lives in favor of temporary pleasure, Viktor had to gather his confidence. He lifted Jayce's head, drawing his fingers along his bearded jawline before sliding his hips up and sinking the other's stiff length straight into his body. Jayce's eyes widened and his face exploded in red blush as he sputtered. Viktor caught him in another desperate kiss before he could say anything, Jayce groaning as Viktor started to move his hips. He could feel Jayce's hands twitching against his thighs. The other was trying to let him have control again. He was trying so hard to let Viktor take the lead. He could feel Jayce twitching inside of him. 

"V-Viktor, wait-" Jayce was clearly becoming overwhelmed and Viktor gave another roll of his hips. "Hah!" 

"I-I'm not waiting. We do not have t-time." Viktor replied firmly. "You wanted to be selfish. Th-There are consequences." He made sure each roll was rough and deep, shudders wracking his own body. Jayce buried his face against his chest, swearing. "Jayce..." He made the other look up at him. "Y-Your turn. Stop being gentle. I... I want it. Now." He'd stopped his hips and Jayce stared at him. His eyes were wide and blank as they scanned his over. Viktor leaned down. Gods, he felt like he was going to regret this. He cupped Jayce's face as he kissed him again, the other breathlessly returning it. "Give it to me." The sentence seemed to send that carnal, dangerous look straight through those golden eyes and Viktor gasped as Jayce grabbed him by the hips, slamming him down against the floor and pushing his legs open. "H-HAH!! JAYCE!!" 

Within seconds, Viktor was screaming out, his glowing fingers curling into the grate. Since he wasn't full corporeal, every thrust was different. It ended in a slightly different spot at a slightly different depth and he screamed out again as he even felt Jayce's hips slip inside him at one point. His voice echoed around the chamber, Jayce having closed his eyes. He was throbbing so hard and he seemed to be drinking Viktor's sounds in. He slammed into him, his hands settled on Viktor's hips. It was so much. It was so much and Viktor covered his mouth, breaths billowing from his mouth. He felt like he was going to burst any moment and, to his shock, that was exactly what he did. A snap of energy swept out from him, Jayce being forced out of him. The other swore and Viktor felt something wet spatter his glowing stomach. He heard Jayce grumble something before lips were felt against his again. He slid his arms up around Jayce's neck, Jayce's tongue chasing his. They pulled back from each other, panting. 

"Th-The power sources. Now." Viktor said firmly, glaring at him. Jayce rolled his eyes and sighed, pulling back from him after another quick kiss. Viktor tried to stand back up, his legs quivering. He felt tender around his thighs and hips now and he could feel his body burning away the wetness on his stomach. He watched as Jayce scooped up his hammer. "Y-You're a bastard, I can't believe you." Viktor managed in a shaky voice. A smile quirked at Jayce's lips as he propped the hammer up, moving over and lifting Viktor's chin.

"And yet you indulged me." He reminded him. "Quite eagerly too." Viktor's face went hot and Jayce pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before moving away. He stopped next to one of the large boxes jutting out of the side of the stand and Viktor watched him raise his hammer before flinching as there was a loud crashing sound, followed by loud crackling. He watched as Jayce moved away from the destroyed box, heading around the side of the Hexcore. There was another faint crash and Viktor startled as the Hexcore suddenly started to shrink. It was working! He felt hope flare up in his chest. Jayce appeared around the other side, smashing that box too. It left one more and the Hexcore had shrunk enough that Viktor had been reverted back to his automaton form. Even in this one, his legs were still shaking. 

Jayce froze up as they both heard a hiss from the doors. There was something glowing approaching the open doorway and Viktor felt his whole body lock up. "To me." His own voice felt buried under the power of the reverberation and he startled as his limbs moved on their own. He was already moving forward and he heard Jayce drop his hammer before footsteps followed and he was yanked backwards by his arms. Glowing gold eyes had opened in the darkness of the doorway and Viktor could feel the tears running down his face again. He knew Jayce could feel how badly he was shaking. He didn't have control. He didn't have control. He froze up as the voice spoke again, echoing through the room and his head. 

"Capture." 

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The way Viktor's body moved without him was single-handedly one of the scariest things he'd ever experienced. Within seconds, he'd reached up and he heard Jayce cry out in shock. He dragged Jayce in front of him as easily as picking up a pillow before slamming him to the floor. He had him pinned on his stomach, his arms locked behind his back as he held his wrists. "Viktor!" Jayce managed to state in shock. It felt like he was too stunned to even struggle and it set off alarm bells in Viktor's head.

"I-I don't know! I don't know, I'm sorry!" Viktor quickly responded in panic. "The body's moving on its own!" He glanced up in panic as that voice spoke again. 

"It is of my creation. It moves by my will." The floor cracked beneath the weight of the creature moving out from the doorframe. Viktor felt himself go internally pale. The creature was tall and lanky. His hair was mousey and pushed back. His face... It looked like his face had been split down the middle to allow another one forward. The whole body looked like his purple skin was just barely stretched over something beneath it. And the... the blanket... It was in tatters as he wore it around his neck. The staff it carried had corrupted further, the top curling upwards in a slight spiral. "Despite the circumstances, Viktor, I am... pleased to see you." Viktor felt a cold chill go down his spine as that deepened, mechanical voice switched back to his, just for a moment. He could feel tears again. His hand was shaking as it held Jayce's wrists and he slowly started to loosen it. "Hold." 

The command made him let out a shaky gasp and his grip tightened again, Jayce heard swearing beneath him. He was sitting on Jayce's legs, his other hand off to the side. The creature climbed the stairs slowly, its golden gaze seeming fixed on the shrunken Hexcore. Those eyes moved and Viktor felt himself lock up. The creature moved over towards him, stretching out a hand. "To me." The command was much softer and gentle this time, Viktor finding himself reaching up. The creature took his hand, pressing his knuckles to where its mouth would be. He tried to loosen his grip on Jayce again. "Hold." The word felt whispered against his knuckle and Viktor audibly let out a strangled noise as his body followed the instruction. "Even if neither of us are here in flesh, I am truly honored to get to touch you again. It's been lonely in the mindscape without you." 

Those darkened fingers slid up Viktor's metal arm, over his shoulder and coming to a stop under his chin. He was giving small shakes. Jayce had started to struggle beneath him, trying to heave Viktor off of him. He snapped out for something not to touch him and the creature's eyes drifted down to him with a displeased hum. It lifted its staff and Viktor startled, his free hand shooting outwards and grabbing the staff before it could reach Jayce's head. "No!! No, don't! Please don't!" He blurted out in a pleading voice. He had such a tight grip on the staff that his hand was shaking. Jayce managed to glance behind him and Viktor saw his golden eye widen at how close the sharpened end of the staff was to his head. The creature slid its hand under Viktor's chin, lifting it. The touches left a tingling sensation along his shelled frame and a weak breath dragged itself from him. 

"Even after all he's done? This kind of dependency is tainted." It was using Viktor's voice again. "You could be rid of him. Join my side in a world rid of ailments, disease, mortal restriction. Perfection." The last word seemed to give a violent rumble that shook Viktor to his core. "A world where you are safe. And I will keep you safe from things like him. Forever." The last word reverberated again.  Viktor let out a scared, shaky noise. He didn't want that. He tried to slowly and subtly start lifting his fingers off of Jayce's wrists, one by one. Little by little. "Your attachment confuses me. Frustrates me. All the inner workings of this world seem so simple and yet... you." Viktor's pointer finger gave a small tap against Jayce's wrists and he was unceremoniously thrown from his back. 

Viktor was sent crashing into the railing of the balcony, struggling to hold onto it. The creature only seemed disappointed as Jayce heaved his hammer up, taking aim at it. There was a crackling noise and he had to duck as the Hexcore behind him was suddenly magnetized forward. It was dragged straight into the spiral of the creature's staff, pieces of the corruption lighting up. There was a rumble and, to Viktor's shock, gravity released itself. He lost his grip on the railing, leaving him suspended in the air. Jayce was using the hammer as a pendulum to keep himself upright. He was staring at Viktor again. The creature seemed to move without issue, drifting over to Viktor before something detached itself from its back, raising over its shoulder. "...my Hexclaw." Viktor managed in his weakest voice. "It's cruel to use it against me." The creature murmured that it wasn't for him. It was covered in the same darkened skin, but it snapped its prongs at him. "J-Jayce. Jayce, move!!" The yell burned his throat as the Hexclaw swiveled around. The blast of energy that shot from it nearly took Jayce's head off as he jerked to the side. 

Despite this, the creature had yet to look away from Viktor. It reached out and Viktor froze up as he was guided into its arm. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment, the touch being far too gentle in contrast to what he'd been expecting. "Everything I do is for you. Even if you have to get a little hurt, it is for your own good." That voice dipped and warbled through its comforting tone and Viktor was terrified. "I want to do everything for you." That repeated statement made every joint in his body seem to lock up. He leaned around the creature's body and he yanked his arm out, stretching his painted hand desperately towards Jayce. The other was trying to make his way towards him, though both the Hexclaw and the gravity were proving very effective obstacles. 

However, the look in those golden eyes was dangerous. Feral and angry. Determined to a fatal degree. Jayce heaved his hammer up and there was a blast, Jayce catching himself on the railing. The energy flew so close to the creature's head that it left a burn mark on one side of its face. The hair sizzled and the creature slowly turned to look at him. There was a moment of silence before the creature propelled itself from the ground, Viktor screaming out for Jayce as he was dragged along. There was an explosion as the Hexclaw blew a hole in the ceiling. Where were they going?? He heard a faint boom beneath them. Was Jayce following?? Was he okay?? The creature was suddenly yanked downwards and it let out a displeased, mechanical growl. It released Viktor from its chest, though all he could do was hold onto its shoulder for dear life. 

There was a choking noise once the creature had knelt down and it heaved Jayce up by the neck, the other barely managing to tip his head to the side to avoid another blast from the Hexclaw. Jayce inhaled shakily, a wheeze escaping him. Viktor's eyes widened and he spurred himself into action, grabbing the creature by the back and yanking its hair backwards. It hissed as he locked his legs around its waist and he flinched as they all broke through the ground again. Viktor was unceremoniously dislodged and thrown to the side, his metal body screeching. The hammer clattered nearby, but the creature had disappeared with Jayce up into another hole in the ceiling. Before Viktor could even process anything, there was a roaring sound, followed by heavy footsteps. He rolled over, dragging the hammer to himself. He hissed as he propped it up on his leg, the sections opening before a blast followed that knocked back the huge beast that had been descending upon him. 

"Viktor!!" That voice! He dropped the hammer to his side and sat up, staring at Vi in shock. They seemed like they were on the edge of a massive pit. It looked like it had still been under construction. The beast had been blasted back to the edge and Viktor was struggling to breathe internally. He startled as he was wrapped in a hug, those massive fingers curled around his body. He could only hug Vi back in shock before he froze up at another voice. 

"Stringbean!! Stringbean!" Vi pulled back as Viktor was nearly knocked over from behind. "M-Me!! Don't forget about me! It's my turn!" He nearly cried as he turned and heaved Jinx off the ground in a one-armed, making her yelp. She was heavier than usual. He glanced down. She had her minigun in her hands, but she quickly dropped it to hug Viktor back. What was she doing here?? She had joined the fight?? Good gods, she looked so much better since he'd last seen her. He held her out before speaking, making Jinx's eyes widen in joy.

"Y-You're covered in paint!" He exclaimed, staring at her. Jinx proudly replied that she was in an excited voice. She had swirls and X's all over before his eyes landed on the Firelight symbol painted on her arm. Warmth filled his chest. She giggled again that she was. The side of her head had been messily buzzed, but she had a new pink streak in her blue bangs. Pink paint beneath her eyes. She spoke in a scolding tone that he'd smudged his before stretching out her arms again and wiggling. Viktor pulled her into another hug, Jinx letting out a weak sob of joy. He quickly put her down, staring up at the hole in the ceiling. Jinx grabbed his arm, pulling him behind her as she scooped up the gun. The beast had pushed itself up and even through its contorted appearance, Viktor felt pain as he recognized it. It seemed Vander was completely gone. This was Warwick. It roared at them before jerking back as Jinx started to pepper it with bullets. 

"What do you need??" Vi asked quickly, getting in front of Viktor. "This?? Here!" She pulled the hammer up, shoving it into his hands. It crackled along his fingertips. He stared at her before pulling her into another hug. 

"Th-Thank you." It held a lot more weight to it than just gratitude for Vi giving him the hammer. Vi had frozen up and she stared at him with tearful eyes. He released her and moved to Jinx, hugging her from behind. She stopped firing just for a moment to butt her head back against his affectionately. 

"We got this, Stringbean! Go!!" Jinx insisted, giving him the biggest smile he'd seen on her in a long time. He butt his head against hers in response before pulling away. He stared up at the ledge above him and yelped as those huge fingers grabbed his waist. Vi yelled for him to hold on and she did a full turn, kneeling down before throwing him. Her gauntlets seemed to boost him and he landed on the ledge, the hammer dug into the ground to keep him from falling. He steadied himself, turning to look back at his sisters one more time before busting his way through a door. He was... This was the Council building?? Had the Hexcore from the lab been moved beneath it?? He had broken into a sprint as he moved through the hallways. Corners proved quite difficult with the weight of the hammer. He wasn't going to... Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. 

If that creature could manipulate the Arcane with his body, surely he could do it with his soul. He forced himself to focus and for a moment, it felt like water was climbing him. He wouldn't dare open his eyes, lifting his head and holding the hammer tightly. It felt like the water was acid, deconstructing him down to the cells and he could only take it. When it consumed his head, he had no thoughts for a moment before his head started to reform. He was deposited back down, flinching at a bolt of lightening. The orb that had adorned the top of the Council building was broken open and he could see the creature approaching Jayce on one of the ledges. His coat was gone and he looked like he'd been thrown around. The area around his Rune had dark, unhealthy looking webbing. It seemed like it was burning into his skin the more and more he used it. Viktor didn't hesitate, taking aim and pouring his energy into the hammer. The blast landed, the creature stumbling with a mechanical screech. 

Viktor could only focus for a moment before the pain set in, collapsing him to his knees. Jayce seemed to take the opportunity to bolt past the creature. His brace!! His injury! Viktor shook his head, but Jayce didn't seem to care. He finally slid along the ground and grabbed Viktor in a hug, holding him tightly. Even though they'd just seen each other, Viktor could only hold onto him like they'd been apart for years. His chest was pounding and Jayce's heart was equally loud. Viktor felt pain. He could only imagine that's what happened when he teleported himself at a cellular level. The paint seemed sunken into his shell now, the silver lining on his leg having also become a part of him. Jayce reached out and Viktor handed him his hammer as quickly as he could. 

There was a loud clap of thunder that made Viktor flinch. He opened his eyes, staring down from the orb. Good gods, it really was a war, wasn't it?? He could see so many people below. And he could see... He trembled as he watched the automatons crawl through the crowds like water, grabbing and snatching at whatever they could. A flash of bright green caught his attention and he glanced up as Ekko circled them. He was on a hoverboard and Viktor couldn't help but notice that he was very much also covered in paint. Lots of it too. He could still see the swirls Jinx had painted on his shoulder. He met his gaze and paused before Viktor felt a chill. "Left!!" He screamed out, Ekko quickly jerking to the side as that beam just barely missed him. He disappeared below with the canister and Viktor shakily stumbled to his feet. 

Before he could even turn, he heard that voice in his head and his body. "To me." It sounded menacing and raspy now. It sounded... nothing like him. There was a clap of thunder and Viktor froze as he felt something tugging his wrists. Those golden lines were wrapped around him like rope and he shrieked as he was dragged backwards. 

"JAYCE!!" He screamed out for the other and Jayce quickly took aim. What was he doing?! Was he going to shoot him?! Viktor squeezed his eyes shut before the blast followed. The strings instantly disappeared from his wrists and Viktor gasped. He sat up in shock. "Y-You just shot at me!"

"You're welcome!" Jayce instantly snapped, running over to him. He had to duck as that beam flew over his head. He knelt down and panted shakily. "S-Sorry about this." About what? Viktor was in shock for a moment as Jayce grabbed him from behind, raising the point of the hammer and digging it into his mechanical throat. Viktor's entire body had locked up. The beam from the creature's Hexclaw had ceased and it stared at them. Viktor was absolutely frozen. He could already feel the corrupted metal piercing his throat. It seemed Hexcorized metal was stronger than the so-called perfect body. His heart was pounding. The creature stated that he wouldn't and Jayce instantly shoved the point further up into Viktor's throat. He would. He absolutely would. "Try me." He rasped out, his golden eyes feverish on the creature. 

"Viktor." The creature spoke in a gentle version of Jayce's voice and his body locked up. Jayce whispered in his gruff, wild voice that it wasn't him. For Viktor not to listen. "What happened, Viktor? You used to seek me out. You melted under my touch. Made sweet noises by my hand." Viktor felt Jayce's grip tighten on him. "We can be like that again. I can be him. The one that you imagined. The one every other timeline has." He felt Jayce freeze up before asking what the hell he was talking about. "Oh, Jayce." The voice had switched to Viktor's. "In every other timeline, every possibility, you didn't need to taint him. He fell for you naturally. A perfect love." That word made Viktor's fingers scrape against the ground as they curled. "You were the exception." His voice dipped into something malicious and mocking as Viktor felt Jayce's hands shaking against him. "The black sheep." 

"M-My black sheep!" Viktor finally blurted out, his voice louder than he wanted. It carried over the orb. "MY black sheep! My curse and my burden. M-My warmth and my disease!" The words were spilling from his mouth, tears internally running down his face. "My poison! My parasite!" His voice shook. "AND ONLY MINE!" The scream carried, his throat burning. "...O-Only mine." Now that the declaration had been made, he felt like he'd finally dug his grave. He spoke in a shaking, painful voice. "My... black... sheep." The relief he felt from it was agonizing. He felt Jayce's hands weaken and the point pulled away from his throat, though he could feel the slice it had left. The creature could only stare for a moment. Finally, it raised a hand and spoke. Those golden lines shot forward and Viktor screamed out, feeling like he'd been impaled in the chest. It felt like there were hooks digging into his torso.

"I tried so hard to make you see reason. I tried so hard to untangle you. But you sunk deeper and deeper into that toxic affection. I must pull you out. I must save you." Its voice reverberated, sounding beyond disappointed. "You are too far gone to be reasoned with. To be civil." Viktor screamed out as he felt his very soul start to be pulled from the body. It was easily one of the most painful things he'd ever experienced. He was trying so hard to fight it. "This is how it must be. My creator. My maker." The creature's voice became feverish. "The first blood I ever tasted." Viktor's fingers cracked into the floor beneath him. He couldn't hold this. He couldn't hold this. 

He couldn't feel Jayce anymore and it struck him that he wasn't even sure the other was behind him anymore. Something appeared behind the creature and the strings released Viktor as the creature was forced to sidestep Jayce's hammer. His Rune was glowing unnaturally bright. Jayce seemed newly energized now, dodging and swinging. Viktor could hear a steadily approaching mechanical noise and he froze up as he glanced down. The other automatons had started to climb the building. Their fingers dug into the stone as they climbed. "TO ME." The command was so powerful that Viktor instantly shot to his feet. He couldn't control his legs as he strode over, about to move straight past Jayce before the other reached out, grabbing him by the waist and yanking him backwards. 

"Don't. Viktor, don't. You have to fight it. You have to." He'd never heard Jayce plead like that and it shook him to his core. The Rune on his wrist was glowing shockingly bright and Viktor paused, barely managing to lift his arm before grabbing Jayce's wrist. The other cried out in pain, but it quickly faded. The electric feeling that ripped through his whole body made him let out the most strangled scream he'd ever released as thunder erupted in the sky. His astral form detached and he flinched as his body fell limp, Jayce dropping it from his arms. Viktor was encased in a glowing blue aura, the pain fading and leaving him raw. The paint seemed to have sunken right into his soul, him being able to see the pinks and blues staining the side of his silhouette. The silver had followed as well, stretched across his leg. He felt so tender and he inhaled shakily as he felt Jayce's hands slip around him, pulling him back against his chest. "I'm here! Fuck, I'm here!" Jayce sounded panicked and, for once in his goddamn life, Viktor could hear him being genuine. He could hear it in his voice and feel it in his hands. Jayce was terrified to let him go. 

The creature tipped its head as the automatons appeared all around them. He heard Jayce swear as he was yanked back. He turned, watching as the automatons swarmed him, pinning him down as he struggled violently. Viktor quickly crawled forward, his limbs shaking as he knelt over Jayce's chest. He didn't care about the automatons, knowing they couldn't touch him no matter how hard they grasped at him. He had tears running down his face as he cupped Jayce's head and pulled him up into a desperate kiss. Jayce's eyes went wide before he closed them, pressing back against Viktor. Even pinned down like he was, Jayce's tongue was targeting all the weak points of his mouth and Viktor let out the faintest whimper. When he finally pulled back, panting, a glowing line connected their lips before breaking. His hands were shaking against his cheeks. He was all he wanted and the thought broke his heart as Jayce stared back at him. That haze was only for him. "Why expose yourself so willingly? That body was the only thing keeping you anchored. My obstacle." The creature sounded curious. 

Viktor screamed out as he felt those hooks dig into his back again. It felt even worse than being dragged from the front. He watched in pain as gold veins started to spread up Jayce's body, his eyes becoming clouded. They'd remained fixed on Viktor until they couldn't anymore. Viktor screamed out as he was yanked backwards. He slammed into the creature's chest and its arm wrapped around him as he was suddenly pulled under. 

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The expanse felt... colder. Different. Viktor didn't recognize it at all. He opened his eyes. E-Eyes? Plural? He reached up to his face. He... He had the side of his head again. His side was still painted and that silver was still embedded in his knee, but he was... whole again. Where was he?? As he stared out, he could see golden lines. When he saw what they were attached to, he felt a chill down his spine. He could... see everyone. It was everyone. Stretched for miles and miles, he could see everyone here. Nothing more than silhouettes with clouded gold eyes. The golden strings seemed hooked into their very heads. Viktor felt tears welling in his eyes already. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled as the ground moved. He turned to look back and froze as he realized he wasn't standing on ground at all. That creature stared down at him, Viktor cupped in one of its hands. It was massive, drifting among the endless expanse like a guardian over its fields of imprisoned souls. 

However, when it spoke, it was in Jayce's voice once more. That gentle, lulling tone. The voice was far too quiet for the size of the body. "It's peaceful here, isn't it?" The words echoed around him. Viktor hugged himself as he managed to reply that he hated it. He spoke again before it could, begging it to stop talking in his voice. The Hexcore let out a small hum of displeasure that seemed to shake Viktor to his core. He turned to look back at everyone, freezing up as he saw Jayce in the front row, his eyes clouded and his body limp. No. No, he didn't want that. He didn't want any of this. He whispered that this wasn't protection. This was imprisonment. "I fail to see much of a difference with your kind of delusion." The Hexcore tipped its head at him. Even though the voice didn't resemble his, it held his accent. "Sometimes such measures are necessary."

Viktor slid his hand up into his glowing hair, curling it. "N-No. No, I didn't want this. This was not what I made you for!" He turned on the Hexcore with tearful eyes. "I-I made you to cure me! To extend my life, not take away others!" The Hexcore paused. It replied that he was cured. Viktor inhaled shakily in frustration. Tears finally escaped down his face. 

"How is it that I've earned such a hateful look, yet you look at him with soft eyes?" The question was quiet. He startled as the string dragged Jayce upwards, dangling him in front of the Hexcore's hand. Viktor instantly moved forward, reaching out and taking Jayce's hand desperately. The other's fingers were limp and he gave no response. It only upset Viktor more. "He thought of you like entertainment. Some kind of intelligent amusement." Viktor froze up. That had been at first. He knew that had been at first. "I can see every thought. Every memory. He loved to toy with you. Scare you. It brought a carnal lust to him that he couldn't explain." The Hexcore hummed as it murmured that that had remained. "He is nearly incapable of empathy. All he can do is pretend. All he does is struggle with the need to hurt. It conflicts with his want to help. The reason of his obsession with his Hextech." 

Viktor stared at Jayce quietly. He could believe it. He shakily raised his palm, pressing his lips to it. It still garnered no reaction and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Wouldn't you want something better? A Jayce kind and caring. Appreciative and honest. I could start you over. Deliver unto you a new universe. A new start." The Hexcore sounded promising and Viktor could only stare. No, he... he didn't want to start over. He couldn't. He was far too damaged. Far too poisoned and far too tainted. He pulled Jayce's limp hand against his chest as he inhaled shakily. He didn't want another Jayce. He couldn't even imagine the kind of Jayce that the Hexcore spoke of. He wanted his liar. He wanted his terrorizer. His untamed predator. 

He wanted those teeth in his skin. He wanted those eyes burning into his. He wanted his violence and he wanted his possessiveness. And good gods, he did not want anyone else to touch him. He did not want anyone else to take him from him. Jayce was his killer. His... lover. The word brought pain to his chest as he looked up at the other. This... was really who he wanted? Unfortunately, it seemed so. He jumped and cried out as he was pulled back from Jayce, the Hexcore lifting its hand up to its face. Those golden eyes were nearly blinding and Viktor held an arm up to shield his own. "Perhaps you wish to join him instead. I wanted to take you with me. Ascend together in the Arcane. And yet your mortal desires bound you." Those golden strings were creeping up around him and Viktor inhaled shakily. The Hexcore sounded disappointed as it spoke. "I suppose it is one way to keep you safe." 

A vague light was approaching from the side and Viktor saw the strings pause. He turned to look and, for just a moment, the expanse tore open and he could see outside. Ekko was disheveled and he had veiny gold scarring, but his gaze was fierce and determined. The container he'd kept was glowing and sparking as it flew towards them, seeming like Ekko had thrown it. The rift slid shut as the following explosion rattled the expanse. Several pieces of the Hexcore suddenly broke open, cracks spreading across its body. It dropped Viktor and he plummeted before landing with a splash. However, the water was not deep and he had the wind knocked out of him. The howls the Hexcore let out were mechanical and frightening. Like a wounded animal. Viktor stumbled up, moving over and dragging Jayce down. 

He detached him from the string with a fierce pull and the other collapsed to the ground, taking in shaky breaths. He looked up just in time for Viktor to hug him. Jayce was momentarily frozen before his arms wrapped around Viktor. He slid his hands up into his hair, pressing his lips desperately to the side of his neck. Viktor nearly cried. Jayce pulled back, staring at him. "You're whole again." He whispered in his gruff voice. Viktor nodded. Jayce's voice was choked up. He pulled Viktor into a desperate kiss, wrapping his arm around his waist. He seemed like he was trying to drag him as close as possible. Viktor shakily reached up, curling his fingers into Jayce's hair and deepening the kiss. It sent a warmth through his body that he couldn't describe, the tears cold as they ran down his face. He pulled back after a moment to breathe and Jayce could only stare at him. His eyes suddenly drifted past him. 

He yanked Viktor against himself and the switch from warmth to a dangerous cold in his eyes was enough to make Viktor shiver. He managed to turn back. The Hexcore had shrunken down, a white silhouette partially encased in what was left of the creature's skin. It was crackling and it lifted its head, its voice breaking and shifting. "I could give you everything. He will only bring you pain and terror. His heart is cold." He Hexcore spoke feverishly. Viktor reached up, holding onto Jayce. His hand was shaking. He whispered that he knew. "And yet you persist. Why?? After everything he's done??" The Hexcore's voice had become strained and confused. There was no mockery. It genuinely just didn't understand. 

"Because my kind of love is tainted. Twisted and broken. Like his." Viktor spoke in a shaky voice. "The romance I seek is not kind. It is not peaceful." He even hesitated to call it love. It was hunger. Obsession. Need. The worst possible kind of desire. "The love for my friends and family is sweet." He lowered his head, his fingers curling into Jayce's arm. "...But I personally... prefer a more bittersweet taste." He shivered as he felt Jayce press his lips to the back of his neck. Ghostly. Barely there. Just like that day in the water cavern. And Viktor could only wonder if that was the day Jayce had realized his affection. He shivered as Jayce started to press kisses along his bare shoulder. The bites that followed left glowing marks in his skin and Viktor inhaled shakily. "H-He is dangerous. He has no impulse control." Even now, one could tell. 

Viktor made a shaky noise as Jayce's hand slid down. The Hexcore had backed up, seeming taken back. Jayce's hand slid along Viktor's thigh, pushing it open. Viktor's face was burning. He was really going to do this now?? "H-He's narcissistic. Possessive. H-Hah..." Viktor's voice shook as Jayce's fingers seemed to lightly press against his navel. "He wants to eat me alive. Lay claim to me. He wants everyone t-to know." Viktor cried out, nearly buckling over as Jayce pushed his fingers into his form. "N-No subtlety. N-Never learned patience." He heard Jayce give a soft scoff against his neck. He began to swirl his fingers and Viktor tipped his head back. "G-Good gods, Jayce..." The other did not slow down and instead, slipped his fingers further down his body. "I-I'm trying to t-talk, can't you- AH!!" He squeezed his eyes shut as Jayce started to thrust his fingers between his legs, making him arch his back. "J-Jayce!" His scolding tone was not coming out the way he wanted, only sounding like another pathetic whine. 

Jayce didn't say a word, but the way the Hexcore seemed to hesitantly start backing up seemed to indicate that he was giving it one hell of a glare. He pressed his lips to the back of Viktor's neck again before pushing his fingers in deep. The sound Viktor let out was downright sinful and he raised a hand, covering his mouth. "F-Forgive me, I-I think he needs to g-get this out of his system." He inhaled shakily as Jayce bit his shoulder again, sinking his teeth in. He could feel his canines before his tongue followed, his panting breath warm against Viktor's skin. He muttered for Viktor to stop talking about him like he was throwing some kind of tantrum. "Th-That's certainly what it f-feels like." Viktor replied in a firm, yet trembling voice. He shrieked as Jayce pushed his whole hand inside him again. "Jayce!!" Viktor was more shocked than anything. 

Jayce drew his hand upwards and it slid into Viktor's chest. He groaned as he felt it where his pounding heart would be. That... hurt. It hurt, but he just couldn't... His body gave a violent shiver before he screamed out as Jayce pulled his hand out from between his shoulder blades, his fingers dragging along down his spine. The burst of energy he let out had pushed Jayce back, but only for a moment. Viktor was left burning up and he covered his mouth as Jayce's arms returned to hold his waist. "A-Are you done?!" Viktor demanded breathlessly. He shivered as one of Jayce's hands drew up his body. 

"I just want this fucking thing to know... that it could never please you like I could." Jayce muttered in an absolutely scathing voice as he gripped Viktor's shoulder. The Hexcore crackled violently and Jayce's grip tightened on Viktor. The Hexcore snapped that it was willing to give worlds. Endless dreams and unlimited freedom. That it could give him anything he wanted. "Maybe. Maybe you could. But you don't want to rip him open like I do. Devour every part of him, knowing he's yours. You won't spill blood like I will." The Hexcore had frozen and Viktor felt his own body shaking. He reached up, placing his hand on Jayce's. His fingers were trembling and he felt the other pause. Lips were felt against his neck. "S-Sorry... I'm just... You know you're mine... I... I need you to know this." He had dropped back into a quiet, uncertain voice. 

"...I know, Jayce." Viktor's voice was weak. The expanse began to change around them, the silhouettes of the other people disappearing. Jayce startled before yelling out as he was yanked back by golden strings, binding his arms before wrapping over his mouth, muffling him. He was dragged backwards and Viktor froze up as he heard cracking in front of him. The Hexcore had gotten to its feet and as it moved forward, it began to change, shedding what was left of the creature it had been. Viktor could only freeze in place, no matter how badly he wanted to push himself back. The Hexcore finally knelt down in front of him, having taken the form of the Jayce he knew over the seven years he'd lived with him.

"I've been in your head, Viktor. I've explored your mind. Everything you said may be true, but just because you prefer bitter things doesn't mean that the sweet things disgust you." It knelt down and stretched out a hand, its touch ghostly against his cheek. Viktor had completely stiffened. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do, it was like every thought had left his head. "This is the form you'd fantasize about in the nighttime. Almost every day, for four years." Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, his face going hot. It didn't need to say that. "This is the form that got you bothered and heated. The one you'd picture pinning you down." As it spoke, it took Viktor's wrists, leaning him backwards against the ground. Viktor let out a shaky noise, though it was only half out of fright. Those hands let go of his wrists, sliding up and intertwining with his fingers. 

It leaned down and Viktor exhaled shakily as he felt its lips. He slid his eyes shut, his heart pounding. This was torture. That tongue slipped into his mouth, the following kiss being deep and slow. He could barely breathe and he took in shaking breaths as the Hexcore pulled back, strings connecting them before breaking. Those golden-brown eyes met his and Viktor raised a hand to his mouth, pressing the back of it to his lips. He was shivering. It felt like he hadn't seen those eyes in years. Filled with warmth and tired affection. Was this the look other Jayce's would give their Viktor's? It made his chest ache. He could feel that dangerous aura behind him and he didn't dare look, momentarily afraid that looks could actually kill. The smile that spread across this Jayce's face was gentle and Viktor trembled, scrunching up his shoulders. 

The other moved over him, pushing his knee between Viktor's leg. He started to move it in circles and Viktor let out a small, filthy noise, his own legs twitching as he started to draw them up. "H-Hah..." He didn't dare make too loud of a noise. The Hexcore leaned down, asking if it felt good. "Mmh..." Viktor bit back another noise as he arched his back. He felt Jayce's hands on his sides before slowly sliding down them to settle on his hips. He started to rub his thumbs in circles, timing it with his knee. "Ah...!" Viktor's fingers curled into the ground. Those golden-brown eyes looked him over. "You're beautiful, Viktor." The murmured statement made fresh heat flood his face and he couldn't help the whimper that left his throat. He'd started rubbing his hip up against the knee in response and he quickly stopped himself as he realized. He closed his eyes again as he felt those lips. 

They started to move down and Viktor shivered, covering his mouth. They were headed in a straight line all the way down and he squeezed his eyes shut before letting out a loud filthy noise as he felt a tongue push up between his legs. It was lapping inside of him and the sensations that shot through Viktor's body were electrifying. His toes curled as his thighs twitched under the Hexcore's hands, the other holding them open. Viktor was spread bare and he'd never felt so embarrassed. More dirty noises escaped his throat as he felt the tongue push deeper and those lips reached his skin. He shivered as the kiss that was pressed against the most sensitive part of his body. It made his hips tingle and he twitched his leg again. Good gods... He curled his fingers into the layer of water beneath them. 

He let out a pleasured groan, finally tipping his head back enough to meet Jayce's eyes. Oh, he was furious. The look he was giving was screaming bloodshed. He met Viktor's eyes and they narrowed. Viktor was panting, but he shot back a calm, assuring look. Jayce's brow furrowed and he stared back at him. Viktor relaxed with a slightly prompting gaze and Jayce seemed to do the same. Viktor gasped, letting out a strangled noise as the tongue pulled back and a soft nip was given to the area. The Hexcore moved up over him, tipping its head. "There are... many memories of you biting a blanket to muffle yourself in the nighttime. Touching yourself desperately and trying not to imagine that it was him. It got so bad you avoided him for a month." The voice was reminiscent and Viktor felt heat spread across his face again before he covered it with a hand. "You couldn't even look at this face without imagining what it would look like wrecking your body." It didn't have to... Good gods. 

"Y-You didn't h-have to say any of that." Viktor muttered in a weak, embarrassed voice, turning his head to the side. The Hexcore gave a soft hum of acknowledgement. It asked what Viktor wanted from it and Viktor hesitated. Gods, this was going to be the... This would easily be the most embarrassing thing he'd ever done. His face went dark red as he drew his knees up and spread his legs. The Hexcore seemed taken back by that. Viktor's fingers shook as it traced over the silver in his knee. "Touch me. Here." Viktor slid his hand down his body and the Hexcore tipped its head before moving over him. It placed its hand on Viktor's chest before pushing it inside. Viktor cried out as he felt those fingers swirling around his stomach. It was so overwhelming. It was so... 

His fingers started to curl into his own leg, tracing along the bottom of the metal piece. Tears were already welling in his eyes and he inhaled shakily, biting back his pained noises as he started to peel the silver out from his astral body. It hurt so much. Combined with the sensations of the hand swirling inside of him, Viktor was becoming a mess. He inhaled shakily and squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as his body started to shudder. He could feel the energy building up and his breathing was speeding up with it. That hand slid down his body to settle just between his legs again and one finger gave a gentle push. Viktor's eyes shot open and he let out a burst of energy, forcing the Hexcore back before he swung. 

There was a crunching noise as the silver from his leg pierced the Hexcore's neck. The following thump now marking the very first and last moment that Viktor would put blood on his hands. 

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Viktor could only watch as the features melted away from the Hexcore, leaving behind a bleeding, white silhouette. His leg burned and there were dark tears in it from where he'd removed the silver. He instantly reached down, pulling it against him before his pained scream echoed brought the expanse. Somewhere in the middle of it, he felt arms wrap around him quickly. Tears had erupted down his face. Gods, it hurt so fucking bad. He broke down into sobbing and he felt hands grab his. He was guided back against a warm chest, lips felt pressing to the top of his head. Jayce's breathing was heavy and it sounded shocked. Viktor wasn't sure he'd ever be able to walk again, even within the expanse. 

His cries finally died down and he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers tightly curled into Jayce's hands. "...Did you kill it??" Jayce's voice was shaky as he spoke. Viktor gave a shaky shrug. He didn't know. He didn't know, why were they still here?? He gave a shaky inhale. He closed his eyes before collapsing back against Jayce. He was still struggling to pull in breaths. His entire body was shaking and Jayce was felt reaching out to his leg. "Vik..." He sounded slightly dismayed and Viktor quickly smacked his hand away, pleading for him not touch it. "Vik, it's mangled." Viktor snapped that he knew, making Jayce startle. 

"I-I know..." He trailed off. "I-I'm sorry I let it touch me so long. I-I was trying to work up the..." He buried his head in his hands. "I was trying to work up the confidence to..." He slid his hands into his hair, curling them up. He could only manage a soft swear. Jayce asked if he could get them out. They could find help for his leg out there. Viktor was trying his hardest, but nothing seemed to be shifting. "I-It's not letting me... I can't..." He was desperately trying to pull his thoughts together. He startled as Jayce gently took his chin, turning his head to the side before their lips met. He murmured for Viktor to focus on this instead. Viktor melted, his shoulders sinking as he slid his arm up to cup the back of Jayce's neck. 

The kiss was not gentle. It was so greedy that Viktor felt like Jayce was trying to suffocate him. He barely had any chances to breathe and it stirred something in his chest that he would never dare to admit out loud. He finally managed to pull back, several glowing lines connecting them as Viktor panted weakly. He could barely focus, his head spinning. Jayce leaned down again, making him tip his head back as he felt his canines against his throat. He didn't know why, but the gesture made him start laughing. It was a soft, gentle noise. Exasperated and weary. His laughter seemed to startle Jayce, who pulled back just a little to look at him. His ears seemed to go red and his hand found Viktor's, intertwining their fingers. "You're impossible. Good gods, why is it you?" Viktor managed after a moment, tears in his eyes. Jayce murmured that he'd chosen him and Viktor shook his head. "You chose me. Don't lie to me now." A smile quirked Jayce's lips.

Jayce's Rune was crackling and Viktor paused, his own smile fading as he reached out to it in quiet confusion. Jayce furrowed his brow, keeping Viktor in his lap as he moved his hands in front of him. He hesitantly dipped his hand into his own wrist and pulled the Rune out. It laid in his palms, crackling and shaking. Viktor stared at it, starting to reach up before the fear of the gods ripped through his body as there was movement. The silhouette of the Hexcore twitched as it pushed itself up. Around them, the expanse had started to shake violently. Viktor had to reach back to hold onto Jayce as the ground disappeared, suspending them in the air. The Hexcore floated across from them, reaching up before slowly pulling the silver from its neck with a tearing sound. Viktor felt like he was going to be sick. He flinched as the Rune suddenly lit up more, causing the silhouette to flinch back, golden blood running from what appeared to be eyes and a mouth. 

Around them, the flashes of colors made Viktor's head hurt and he squeezed his eyes shut. Everything was so loud. That humming of the Hexcore had erupted into his mind, shaking everything in his body. He couldn't even look forward, the blinding light of the Rune not doing him any favors as well. His eyes widened as the Hexcore started to drift backwards. Several tears were opening up in the expanse, all of them leading outside. "Jayce." Viktor's voice was weak in panic. It was going to get out. It was going to escape. They would never be rid of it. Tears ran down his face and he startled as he felt those ghostly lips against his nape. Something about it felt finite. And Viktor understood in an instant. One of Jayce's hands slipped under Viktor's, guiding it upwards. Both of them clasped the Rune in front of them and Viktor pressed himself back against his chest. It hurt. It hurt so much and he could only bury his face back against Jayce's chest and his own shoulder. The blinding light was starting to take over everything. 

The holes started to close up and the Rune seemed to be pulling the Hexcore back towards it. The closer it got, the more its body seemed to be burning away into nothingness. Its screaming was terrible. It was shifting between so many voices. As Viktor watched, he could feel the Rune starting to tear up his own arms. Jayce gave a shaky breath above him. When the Hexcore's screaming finally cut off, they were left just for a moment with an unbearable rumbling. Viktor had tears streaming down his face. He... wished he'd been able to say goodbye to everyone. But this was it. He could feel their bodies tearing apart beneath the power of the Rune, merging together in ash and energy. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. His mind was going numb. He could feel Jayce against him. This was it. This was the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. 

Not with a bang, but with a           .

•• End of Act Three ••

End of Season Two

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