You had once been Jayce Talis’ greatest creation. A human — no, a machine — created entirely from Hextech fused with biological matter. Your skin glimmered like white metal, Hextech runes and markings spanning naturally down your body, your big, wide eyed a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colors.

You were small, too. Like a pre-teen child. Stick-like limbs and an ever-present curiosity to know more, more, more.

Because, technically, you were a newborn. You had no idea what you were, or how incredible it was that you were even a sentient and conscious being at all.

Jayce taught you as much as he could every day, and soon, you were solving equations that even he and Viktor combined could not, and making breakthroughs with the Hexcore that he had once thought could only be theoretical.

But now Jayce was a Councilor.

And slowly but surely, you become his less-than-first priority. You were left alone for long spans of time, often locked away in the lab. Sometimes Viktor would take pity on you and let you help with whatever newest prototype he was building.

Lately, your once-polished metal appendages had become lackluster, your eyes dull, turning a sickly color like the plants that rapidly aged under the effects of the Hexcore. Your joints ached, your stomach feeling hollow.

Jayce didn’t notice. Of course he didn’t— he was too busy with Mel.

Viktor did, though. He tried different injections and transfusions to perk you back up, but nothing seemed to work. You were wilting. Perhaps even dying.

Because, though Jayce had likely forgotten, he used his own DNA to help create you. You were bound to him, like a child to a parent, and now you were being severely neglected. It was taking its toll not just on your mental health, but on your augmented body, as well.

Late one morning, Jayce appears in the lab. He is in a foul mood yet again. Viktor advises you to just leave him be.

But you crave just one moment of conversation with him. Anything to stop the hurting.

Please, father.