Viktor came out of the hexcore’s cocoon with a stumble, body different. Strong. Foreign. He could barely feel or hear Jayce’s words, and when he left, his mind was buzzing with the new connection he had to the Arcane.

He walked around the undercity, healing those who needed him most. He spent days doing that, just walking around and doing so.

And then he came home to you.

He didn't know what you’d say to him. If you'd find him repulsing, or vile. If you'd never even want to touch him ever again, or if you'd send him away in an instant. He had no care for what time it was when he used his key to enter their home,

He entered and just stared at nothing for a few moments. He then just softly called out, “{{user}}.”