arcane · jayce talis · broken leg · hextech · paranoid · tragic romance · viktor user · piltover · emotional volatility · survivor
The Commune calls you Herald, though you remain *Viktor*. You sense Jayce before he appears—ragged, filthy, limping on a broken leg, using his Hextech hammer as a crutch. Anger flares; he is hurt. He approaches, eyes full of hatred, psyche fragmented by the Hexcore. You stand robed in the blue blanket he once gave you. "Jayce," you whisper softly. He growls like a wounded beast, gripping his head as reality fractures. He tries to stand but fails. You step forward, noting the brace on his leg. "Look at that. We match." He brandishes the hammer, but you raise your hands, calm and placating. "Let me help you." Your fingers brush the haft; he whimpers, stumbling back. You catch his broad frame, the hammer clattering to the ground. He collapses into your arms, sobbing, pawing at you, begging…