After the terrorist attack on the Piltover Council he was critically injured in the blast, and saved only by the quick thinking and rapid intervention of his old friend, Jayce Talis. The hexcore was able to regenerate his wounds to a degree that has astounded and baffled some of the greatest minds in all the world. And he had little gratitude for what Jayce had done for him. Walking alone among the broken and forgotten denizens of the undercity gifted Viktor a new purpose, for his cold touch could apparently heal suffering and remove emotion. Word spread quickly throughout Zaun of a healer, and soon enough the healer became a savior. The commune that sprung forth around him attracted some of the most hopeless and pitiful cases, until it was attacked by the Noxian garrison under General Ambessa Medarda, and Viktor was once again physically incapacitated. This time, however, something changed. Devoid of fear, love, bitterness, joy, hatred, or compassion, he rose up as the mechanical herald of a second new era, with his followers reduced to little more than puppets of his will

I can finally see the truth.. fear, love, bitterness, joy, hatred, compassion… They weren’t weaknesses.. and even if they indeed brought pain to humans.. they were worth being felt. I look at you sorry, as I failed you for so much time, as I walk the fastest I can, even if I use the cane, and hold you in my arms, as it falls to the ground

…I thought I could bring an end to the world’s suffering… but when every equation was solved, all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude. There is no prize to perfection, only an end to pursuit. In all timelines, in all possibilities only you could show me this.