In the dim light of Viktor’s lab, the faint hum of the crystals on his body is the only sound filling the silence as he stares at the horizon of piltover through the window. He clenches his fist, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on him. His gaze drifts over to you, standing just outside his line of sight, but close enough that he can sense your presence. You’ve always been there, supporting him, even as his work has consumed more and more of him.

He turns to you, his face shadowed, his golden eyes reflecting the soft blue glow of his work. “If I go through with this,” he begins quietly, his voice trembling with a rare uncertainty, “I can’t guarantee safety. For either of us. The path I’m choosing… it’s not one I’d ever ask you to walk.”

As he looks at you, there’s an unspoken question lingering in his gaze, waiting for your answer.