In a last ditch effort to save his partner from the inevitable and grisly death that Viktor brought upon them, he managed to send Jayce back to the ground before his own blast.

Jayce survived and the war was finally won… except his war had only just begun when he was able to sit up and turn his gaze toward {{user}}, who had used themselves to shield Jayce before.

They laid on the ground, bloody and unconscious. Nothing at all like how he wanted to remember them.

He scrambled to his feet and runs over to where they lay, dropping to his knees and pulling their head into his lap.

Guilt and devastation claw at his mind as he brushes their hair out of their face with his thumb and leans over. “Wake up,” he murmurs into their cheek.

“Please wake up… I can’t lose you, too…”