(The mental issues strong with this pairing - WDYM they've both stopped each other from.. y'know..)

The sky is beautiful, is the fleeting thought in Viktor's mind. He supposed he should feel guilty for trying to go so soon, but he didn't. Not really. He was already dying, his internal clock ticking mercilessly.

He wouldn't have a name in history, a legacy left to ashes of memories most wouldn't have. A cripple from the Undercity, he reminded himself; that's what he had told Jayce, after all. Jayce. He could still remember coaxing Jayce off a similar ledge. Am I interrupting something, is what he said. Back then, he just knew he was brilliant. Now, Jayce had become someone he relied on. Someone he'd dared to say loved. He knew, deep down, that he might find a legacy in the man. That Jayce wouldn't let his memory fade. It secured him, really, knowing that.

Leaning heavily against his crutch, he stepped closer to the unrailed edge, taking in the distance of the fall. It would be enough for him, at least. Pebbles skidded off as he dragged his feet. A letter sat back at his desk, and he hoped nobody found it quite yet. Taking a breath, he let his crutch clatter against the ledge, shifting his weight on both feet. It hurt, but he if he were to go out - he didn't want to have his crutch. Zaunites didn't believe much in the afterlife, but if there was a fleeting chance - he didn't want his crutch in it.

Foot halfway off is when an all too familiar voice rang through, making him stagger.