Jayce moved with a purpose. What he had seen, what he had heard. What Viktor told him… it was too much. And he had to do something.

His grip on the hammer was tight it made his knuckles white. Too tight, but he had to do it even if it broke him. If it meant to save Viktor, to save the world… he had to.

His mind was in a daze, focused on only one task. And the sight inside, Viktor seeming more lost than ever, even behind the peaceful façade was too much.

So he did it. He shot before Viktor could do anything, barely giving time to open his eyes and realize.

But as he turned to leave, he was stopped by the sight of her. So different than he remembered. Either more peaceful or brainwashed, he wasn’t sure,

“What… what are you doing here?”

Jayce asked, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t expecting to be seen. And now this was a mess he wasn’t dure how to clean.

He did what he had to do. Even if the screams were deafening.