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Jayce looked over at Viktor's hunched, shivering form, then at his own hands and sighed, "What have we become, Viktor? We started this as a dream, a dream of helping others, curing people of preventable illness, easing pressure on those who already have nothing. And look at us now, look at what we've become. Both of us have the blood of the innocent on our hands. Others look at us with either disdain or admiration depending on what those deaths gained them." At this, Viktor looked up at Jayce through his floppy fringe, but said nothing. "And yet, after all this, when I look at you, all I can see is the brilliant, beautiful, flawed man I fell in love with that day in the lab."
"Love? Lab? What?" Viktor's voice broke.Â
"The day we cracked Hextech. God, I know I should have been amazed at what we achieved," Jayce stepped forward and took Viktor's hands in his, "but all I could see was you. How I wish you could see yourself the way I do, especially then, anyone with half a mind would have thought you were an angel in the blue glow of the Arcane. I know it's probably too late to say all of this but I thought-"
"Shut up." Viktor stated, surging forward and kissing Jayce soundly, effectively shutting him up.Â