Jayvik becomes objectively more tragic when you remember that Jayce’s whole life, he has been entranced by magic. It was his reason to research, to pursue discovery- when he was faced with losing it, he was prepared to end it all.
And then Viktor became that magic. He literally embodied it and became one with the magic that Jayce was enraptured by, and it was all Jayce’s fault-
And then that magic turned out to be corrupt. Dangerous. And again- it was All. Jayce’s. Fault. He dreamt too big. Flew too close to the sun. Fucked his and Viktor’s and everyone is Piltover’s lives up, without anyone’s consent but his own.
Imagine the guilt of that, for a second. That your entire life’s purpose became the biggest threat to life itself. That your greatest discovery would lead to the greatest destruction your world has ever seen.
And not only that- but it is animating the corpse of your partner, is connected to their soul in a way that you cannot undo-
I do not blame Jayce for snapping, for destroying what he’d created. It must’ve cleaved his heart into two, to do so. In one fell swoop, the two reasons he’d had for existing- Viktor and his magic- gone.
It was not callous. It was not cold. It was a kamikaze mission for Jayce.
Viktor’s death was akin to Jayce’s own. In bringing down the axe on Viktor, he tightened the noose around his own neck.
In killing Viktor, he killed them both.
