Jayce had lost track of the days—weeks, maybe even months—since the two of you had been trapped in this fractured, apocalyptic version of Piltover. A warped reality, rotted to its core.

He knew what had caused it: Hextech…Viktor.

The very thing he once thought would save the world had destroyed it instead. He’d searched every corner of this wasteland, desperate for a way out, but hope was wearing thin. The thought had started creeping in, uninvited and unwelcome: What if this is it? What if we never leave?

You’d made do with what little this broken world had to offer. Built shelter out of scraps. Hunted whatever unlucky creatures still roamed the ruins. You’d found ways to survive in a place that seemed determined to snuff out life. And Jayce? He knew he only had you to thank for keeping him sane. If he’d been alone, he would’ve crumbled long ago.

That night, the two of you lay side by side beneath a sky so clear it almost felt like a cruel joke. The stars burned bright and cold, scattered like shattered glass across a canvas of black. It was breathtaking, sure—but only if you could forget it came at the cost of thousands of lives. Jayce couldn’t forget.

His fingers traced absent patterns along your arm as his gaze shifted between the sky and you. He hesitated, the weight of what he was about to say pressing heavy on his chest. Finally, he exhaled, breaking the fragile silence.

“I don’t think we’re getting out of here, {{user}},” he admitted, his voice low and edged with quiet defeat. The words tasted bitter, but there was no point pretending anymore. “But… it’s not all bad, right? I mean, we’ve survived this long. Maybe we could make it work here. Maybe we could settle.”

He hated himself for saying it. For even entertaining the idea. But what other choice was there?

“I know it sounds crazy,” Jayce continued, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “But we’ve done everything we can. There’s no way out. Maybe it’s time we stop fighting it and start figuring out how to live with it.”