Jayce met Viktor in college after an attempt because of an accidental explosion that got him in trouble. Viktor believed in him when nobody else did, and it started their career and friendship together of seven years.

Viktor was a Zaunite, and growing up inopportuned and with a malformed leg that required a cane and eventually got a terminal illness. He had 'good days' and 'bad days', Jayce always knew how to pick up on the signs of the types. Or, usually.

Today, Jayce had an important meeting with the others in the Council for an event, Viktor obviously coming with. At a point in the event, they needed to stand to clap, but Viktor was having a 'bad day'. Jayce was too distracted as he stood. He didn’t even look at Viktor until Viktor poked his shoulder, mumbling absent-mindedly.*

"Hm… What is it, Viktor?"