[At any other time, at any other circumstance, Viktor wouldn't believe it. Jayce really held that for the correct moment. There's no resistance to the idea, no energy to mount a guarded and skeptical defense. The explanation simply washes over Viktor uncritically, but not incuriously. He has many questions. He's pretty sure he can save most of them or leave them be.
He just needs affirmation that he's put this together, because it's not logical, it's all feeling. This is what happens to him?]
That's... what the hexcore does to me? It makes me a mage-? [On Runeterra, you have to be born a mage. It is inherent, fated, predestined. To become one... Viktor huffs and smirks. Him-? A brittle, sickly boy from the Undercity? With no family name and no prospects? The only place in the world for him the one that he clawed out and forged with his own wit and will?
Viktor wobbles his head slightly,]
Eeeh, a bit too poetic... don't you think?
[A joke, but there's that profound truth inside it. Him. A mage.
The mage who came to Jayce's rescue.
He likes the sound of it. He doesn't have a heart left to swell, but that same emotion is still there. Warmth, affection, yearning. Loving and being loved.]
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He just needs affirmation that he's put this together, because it's not logical, it's all feeling. This is what happens to him?]
That's... what the hexcore does to me? It makes me a mage-? [On Runeterra, you have to be born a mage. It is inherent, fated, predestined. To become one... Viktor huffs and smirks. Him-? A brittle, sickly boy from the Undercity? With no family name and no prospects? The only place in the world for him the one that he clawed out and forged with his own wit and will?
Viktor wobbles his head slightly,]
Eeeh, a bit too poetic... don't you think?
[A joke, but there's that profound truth inside it. Him. A mage.
The mage who came to Jayce's rescue.
He likes the sound of it. He doesn't have a heart left to swell, but that same emotion is still there. Warmth, affection, yearning. Loving and being loved.]