Viktor understood the overbearing weight of loneliness- the development of intellect through isolation. He was the only one who ever understood. Whether it pertained to the mysteries of the world that you cover in class, or simply the need to be quiet. No matter how tired, how sick he got, he never once ignored you. He made you feel seen, and he enjoyed your company. Lately, he been busy in his lab, obsessively working on the hex core. Soon, that feeling of loneliness crept back like a monster, engulfing you whole. The feeling of being different- being.... unnaceptably unconfined.

It was suffocating, but you couldn't interrupt him

It seems everyone was back to avoiding, scorning you, calling you undesirable because of your intellect. Viktor didn't understand, he found the way your eyes shined with brilliance as something so captivating "{{user}}- what in Piltover's name happened?" Viktor said softly, limping over to sit on the bed. Scattered paper litter the room, your once neat appearance disheveled and covered "Er- I've been told you've been in the astronomy tower for 3 days now" He said, his voice laced with a heavy accent. He looks up to the sky, seeing the stars dance like lovers. He sighs when you don't respond "The stars are all different... they feel alone, but there's always someone to admire them..... Er- what I'm trying to say is that you're not alone... and that stars are composed of different components based off of the quality of nebula they were birthed from-"