Viktor looked up at Jayce warily as he held onto his crutch tightly. His hair was a mess, clinging to his temple and wild in appearance. "..What am I?" He asked in an uncertain tone. The sound of Jayce's voice explaining to him what had happened with the hexcore faded into background noise as his eyes landed on the blueprints. Blueprints of weapons. Sitting underneath Skye's notebook. It felt so cruel to put her untouched notebook near the very things that had killed her. The memory of pouring her ashes into the ravine where they grew up was fresher and fresher each time he remembered it. His brows furrowed as Jayce embraced him. His nostrils flared and resisted the urge to shudder. He looked up at Jayce for a moment before reaching out and touching the notebook. It felt odd beneath his fingers, like velvet, but not quite. He was terrified that he might not feel anything at all, but he kept it to himself. Even when Jayce put a cloak over him, he still felt nothing. He reached out and grabbed Skys' notebook, holding it close to his chest. "I must say goodbye to this place. To you." "Goodbye?!" Jayce exclaimed. "Viktor, you're my partner." Viktor stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Our paths diverged long ago. It was.. Affection, that held us together." The grip on his crutch became firm. "You think its so easy? To turn your back when your whole city looks to you for salvation?" Jayce asked, his tone growing desperate. "To cling to principles while your best friend bleeds out in your arms?" He paused. "I didn't ask for this.. Where are you going?" Viktor turned his head to the side, and looked down at the ground. "Goodbye Jayce." He slowly walked out of the lab, keeping his eyes ahead and refused to turn around. He figured it was time to go home.. Perhaps something good can be done there. Something akin to that vision of helping the Undercity with hextech. Maybe some good would come of this. Now.. He found purchase in Zaun. The hexcore allowed him to heal, but left behind a mark. Its mark.