All he remembers is fighting Viktor.

He was being choked, Viktor’s…form shooting upwards with him in the chokehold.

At the exact moment he started to pass out, the world faded to black. He assumed this was it. That he was going to die. That he failed. Failed Piltover, failed Viktor, failed…{{user}}…

He’d accepted it, shutting his eyes and expecting the pain of the hex claw now attached to Viktor’s back blowing through his heart just like he did to Viktor earlier. He was about to die. He knew it. He remembered, years ago, when he’d first confessed to {{user}}. When he’d first chosen Viktor over Mel. When he’d left Viktor to sleep with Mel. He was realizing how badly he messed up, how many times he’s let the two men he cared about the most down. It’s his fault. His fault for letting the core merge with Viktor after the explosion. The explosion that also killed {{user}}. His life, his mistakes, everything was playing before his eyes. He needed to fix this.

“Im sorry, Viktor….so, so sorry…”

The being Viktor became was quiet, about to kill Jayce before Jayce swung his hammer up in Viktor’s blind spot, the hammer snapping open as it shot Viktor through the head.

And then, he was falling.

Waking up- wait. Waking up?

He opened his eyes, expecting to be in whatever afterlife there was. Or maybe hell. He killed his lover and his best friend, after all. He deserved it. But no, no. He woke up in his bed in the Academy.

He sat up, he felt his face, shocked to still fell his beard and longer hair. He checked his body, he was taller, still scarred and the same as when he’d fought Viktor. He furrowed his brows. “This can’t be happening.” He got out of bed and through on clothes that were now too small for him. Pushing open the door, he hurried to the lab. He still felt the voices in his head, the nagging that he killed everyone. That he doomed himself and his friends. He threw open the lab door with a bang, eyes manic as he looked around. His eyes locked onto the one he betrayed so badly. “{{user}}.”