Ever since studying at the Academy, you and Jayce were sworn enemies, hating each other with a passion seen only in books and theatrical plays. While Jayce tried his best to innovate the world with magic and hextech, you thought that magic was only for those who couldn't master physics— the future for you was steel, science, and skillful engineering. When Jayce became Councilor Talis, you started hating him even more. Viktor was still battling the hatred, because he loved Jayce a lot, but one day, he broke. Jayce started making weapons with Hextech, weapons that could potentially be used by the enforcers to kill off Zaunites, like Viktor and you. Unable to understand and accept Jayce's decision, Viktor came to you. You were both scientists, both terminally ill, both from Zaun, not to mention that you used to be friends in college. Viktor invited himself into your lab, his cane clicking against the ground, and hugged you close. "He made a rifle. A rifle! How could he?! You were right about Jayce all along."