[ jayce wasn't sure anymore, if it had been all of his frustrations pent into a dangerous bomb, or the easy sway of a devastating power in his hands. that he built. he created, against his better judgement and especially against viktor's. it didn't feel much like violence when there'd been a detachment surrounding who he was attacking— monstrously changed shimmer addicts in sturdy armor, no different than attack dogs. there were hardly any "men" left in them to account for.
so it'd been easy to pull the lever with no remorse. it was easy to swing and shatter their bones. he was doing the right thing. he was protecting all those people looking up to him for reprive from literal monsters, and jayce had a hard time saying no when what he knew how to do best was provide. he could never not pay back what the mage did when he called, and he could've indeed just let him die. the world would have been better off.
he still keeps seeing that child's face, and his gut wrenches when he remembers all of them, the child workers— viktor could've been one of them. ]
—I didn't mean to.
[ it's what he could manage to say, a quiet mutter pressed against a hand propping his face up from a lean into it, his elbow on his leg. when the switch happened, jayce himself was not aware of it: despite a younger appearance with a considerably lesser amount of facial hair, he looks bedraggled. viktor didn't need to apologize for anything. he asked. jayce would give him everything he wanted, within his reach. ]
You were right all along. [ jayce rubs his face, doesn't realize neither question that he no longer sparks or glows, as if he's always been llike this— a tired mass clutching viktor's arm like he'd hold his cane. ] A vision wouldn't tell you that, would it?
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so it'd been easy to pull the lever with no remorse. it was easy to swing and shatter their bones. he was doing the right thing. he was protecting all those people looking up to him for reprive from literal monsters, and jayce had a hard time saying no when what he knew how to do best was provide. he could never not pay back what the mage did when he called, and he could've indeed just let him die. the world would have been better off.
he still keeps seeing that child's face, and his gut wrenches when he remembers all of them, the child workers— viktor could've been one of them. ]
—I didn't mean to.
[ it's what he could manage to say, a quiet mutter pressed against a hand propping his face up from a lean into it, his elbow on his leg. when the switch happened, jayce himself was not aware of it: despite a younger appearance with a considerably lesser amount of facial hair, he looks bedraggled. viktor didn't need to apologize for anything. he asked. jayce would give him everything he wanted, within his reach. ]
You were right all along. [ jayce rubs his face, doesn't realize neither question that he no longer sparks or glows, as if he's always been llike this— a tired mass clutching viktor's arm like he'd hold his cane. ] A vision wouldn't tell you that, would it?