[ That's an interesting development. Though Jayce had obviously spent time surrounded by the arcane, feeling it infect his leg and surviving off of animals that were equally infected, Viktor hadn't expected him to have any kind of sensitivity to it, let alone a connection. Perhaps it's further proof that this Jayce is a projection of Viktor's mind, something to keep him company or torture him as he begins an eternity of solitude.

The wide hand that slips down his back, colors gliding over bare skin, makes him shiver. It's an odd sensation, somewhere between static and white noise, felt deeper than just the nerves on the surface. Having Jayce's hand on his back isn't unfamiliar, per se, but it's never been direct contact, always dampened by layers of clothing and his back brace and his metal spine. Even after transforming and stepping out naked as all hell, it hadn't felt like his skin that Jayce was touching, not really. ]

You think we're still on Runeterra? [ He says it with surprise and mild disbelief. It makes sense, if he thinks about it, and yet... for some reason, it strikes him as incorrect. ] Perhaps, similar to a Hexgate without a set termination point... Or it could be an alternate reality.