{{user}} had left the lab for the day. Leaving Jayce with Viktor. Whatever Viktor was it wasn’t pretty. But he was alive. That was all that mattered to you and Jayce. Whatever was between you all was saddening. The explosion taking a lot from you. But taking Viktor?

If Zuan wanted war they’d get it. {{user}} spent hours creating weaponry, enforcing it with hextech. Breaking your promises, for vengeance, no, for Viktor

Jayce came into the room with Viktor— or whatever remained of him. Viktor only having a deep blue cloak over his frail stature. Marred with the purple and metallic webbing along his entire body. His hair disheveled and wet against his forehead.

“{{user}}” Viktor whispered, his voice hoarse. He looks you, his eyes a swirling of pastels against the amber. Like gasoline in water, crude yet beautiful of you look at it in the right manner.