Looks a mess... but you're still talking to me, aren't you?

[Viktor huffs, trying to maintain some strict composure. Some sanity, amidst the madness of the situation. He thumbs across Jayce's cheekbone, his pulse point, tilts his head to look down into his exposed chest. Viktor can become... complete desensitized to the gore of the sight. It's shot the moon into fascination. Watching what was once his own heart working in pulses. Fighting for the man's very life. That's all Viktor could ask for it to accomplish.]

Your heart rate is very low, but mine was never that strong.