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Viktor's days in Spirale grew lonelier the more time passed.
Not for the lack of people - no, Viktor was making many new connections, the likes of which he wasn't used to. In a place where you are entirely alone, you often had to be the one to reach out, to ask questions, to make conversation. His introverted tendencies had become a thing of the past during the creation of his commune, at the very least when it came to approaching others and beginning conversation.
He isn't sure if the previous version of himself would have been able to do this, to meet all these people and establish connections, weak as they are now. He's thankful for them. But when company took its leave, the loneliness, the silence, all settled in again. He couldn't hear Sky in his thoughts anymore, and he missed her, the way she always matched his ideas with those of her own, a excellent example of intelligent collaboration. She filled the hole in his heart that leaving Jayce had left behind.
Now he didn't have Sky, he didn't have his commune, and he didn't have Jayce.
As he approaches the site of his origins here, the large hole in Spirale, a deep sense of melancholy settles into where his heart used to be. Without the commune, without Sky and the hexcore, he began to miss Jayce, their conversations, the way he would rest his hand on the spot between his shoulders when he came over to see what he was doing. He missed their friendship, their partnership.
Even if he had been the one to end it.
He's distracted in his reverie, and only notices that someone new has arrived in Spirale by the sounds they make as they awaken. The herald raises his head, his eyes immediately widening as he can't believe who he sees there. It couldn't be.
Jayce.
Something in his chest seizes at the very sight of him. This wasn't the Jayce he'd left behind in Runeterra, the one who had clearly been through something terrible. Viktor hadn't gotten the chance to ask him before Jayce had raised his hammer before him and dealt the terminal blow that brought him here. This was Jayce as he'd left him - it was affection that held us together, he'd said before leaving him with a simple goodbye, as if leaving him were the easiest thing in the world. In fact, it was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. It didn't make sense, and yet it made all the sense in the world. Something about this place pulled people from different dimensions, different timelines, humans, creatures, animals, gods - why couldn't it pull a Jayce from his past here?
He takes a couple of careful steps forward, for a second afraid of what Jayce will think when he sees what he's become.
Jayce will understand.
His old words echo in his head, and before he knows it, he's calling out to him.
"Jayce," He speaks, an odd filter to his voice distorting the name for a moment, before it settles into one familiar to the other.
"Is that really you?"
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The thing of it was -- he hadn't even fallen asleep.
Still, he woke suddenly, violently, with a yell; curled on his side, his limbs spasmed as he rolled onto his back and stared wide-eyed, panting, into the sky. The abrupt sound of a world going on around him was a stark contrast to the quiet eerie of the failsafe chamber. That's where he had been, right? When he closed his eyes, he could still see it floating in front of him, burned into his retinas, mutating, breathing -- what was it?
Was that the dream, or was this?
He winced, the edges of the wound slashed across his back peeling as he rolled gingerly onto his front, fingers splayed against the ground as he rose to his knees. His pain felt real; the ground under his hands felt real. But the dazzling, shifting corruption in front of his eyes; Heimerdinger and Ekko at his sides -- all of that felt real as well. But they couldn't both be --
-- could they?
Jayce had made it to his knees by the time a voice called out to him. Viktor's voice, so familiar to him that he was sure he couldn't be hearing right; he immediately looked up, still kneeling, and saw him standing just a short distance away. The limbs he could see were dark and sinewy, hollowed cheeks highlighted gold and shadowed where the Arcane burned its healing magic into him. He looked wary, gaze the distant thing it was when they last spoke -- when he had left him. But he was here.
How was it that Viktor was the confused one, asking if it was really him?
"I don't understand," he murmured, thick brows drawn in obvious bewilderment, "What's happening?"
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