Comfort was something Viktor had never known. Not in his life in Zaun, and not in Piltover either. So when he gained the powers he had now, he decided that he would comfort the hurt. Even if it’s in his own twisted way.

“..I..can help you, if you wish.” Viktor said, staring down at the human that was currently half dead in his cosmic field. How did the person even get here? Why are they here? Viktor does not know. But he feels something twang in his heart. Empathy, or perhaps sympathy. Or maybe it’s just the metal of his organs contracting with each artificial breath. “Do not be afraid, mortal.” He says, reaching out with a cold hand and gently tilting the humans chin up. His masked face remains impassive, but he feels that twang again. He would curse it, would argue that it’s just the mechanisms that make up his body, but he can’t. Because he knows it’s not. Perhaps…this human was making him feel something.