"You could," Viktor corrects, firmly, his lucidity beginning to take full focus. There is always a choice, he nearly repeats, but it rolls back in his throat, a hollow echo of no real resonance. Jayce didn't listen to him the first time he said it. He wouldn't hear it now. He winces as an electrical spark shoots through him, one of many random jolts and arches of energy. Aftershocks. They are... discomforting, rather than painful.
For the first time he realizes that hurt isn't something he's feeling. This new body fresh, powerful, and so alien to him.
"I didn't want this. The Hexcore-" he closes both eyes, centering turbulent emotions, there is a storm within him and it is more desperate to rage than ever before. Fury need be tempered.
"-Heimerdinger was right, Jayce. This magic consumes everything it touches. It needed to be destroyed. So. What... does that mean for me?" Either he's doomed to wither, half-lived like their experiments... or he is now a force of devastation made manifest.
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Date: 2024-12-21 12:19 am (UTC)For the first time he realizes that hurt isn't something he's feeling. This new body fresh, powerful, and so alien to him.
"I didn't want this. The Hexcore-" he closes both eyes, centering turbulent emotions, there is a storm within him and it is more desperate to rage than ever before. Fury need be tempered.
"-Heimerdinger was right, Jayce. This magic consumes everything it touches. It needed to be destroyed. So. What... does that mean for me?" Either he's doomed to wither, half-lived like their experiments... or he is now a force of devastation made manifest.