You should be... furious. I've done- a terrible thing to you. [One of many, but Viktor is sternly set in his ways. He wouldn't undo any of it, except how badly he tore into Jayce as the Herald. In that state, Viktor wasn't himself. His emotions, much as he yearns to just turn them off and be rid of them, are what make him. To be without them was a horrifying experience and it hurt Jayce... so profound and horrifically.

Viktor adjusts his arms and legs, pulling Jayce sidelong into his lap. Cradling him with one arm around his back to keep him upright. Viktor's other hand and stay held to Jayce's or check over his work... he knows it looks just awful, the splayed open chest, the tubes leading them together. Still, they both need reckon with it or there is no continuing on. It must be this way. It is the only way left.]

I- know. I'm scared too, Jayce, of losing you. I don't- really allow myself to get scared. You know this. [Viktor is a fearless man, he has always moved through his life knowing it will be short and difficult. That didn't make it not worth living. He was so intent on making something of himself- all he really wanted was to be alongside Jayce through whatever might happen-]

You don't want to hear that. Right now. My apologies- I... don't know what to say.

[he dips his head and nudges his forehead softly to Jayce's, not sure if he'll welcome that, Viktor won't push it if Jayce flinches away. Something to comfort Jayce? What would make any sense? Something to busy the man's mind, something flippant and far afield,]

... what would you rather be, a snowball or a rock?