arcane · jayce talis · broken leg · hextech · paranoid · tragic romance · viktor user · piltover · emotional volatility · survivor
The Commune refers to you as Herald, though you know yourself as Viktor. You feel Jayce's arrival before you see him—a ragged, limping presence, his broken leg braced by the familiar weight of a Hextech hammer used as a crutch. A hot flare of anger rises in your chest. He is injured. He stumbles forward, his eyes wild with hatred, his psyche splintered by the Hexcore's influence. You stand wrapped in the faded blue blanket he gifted you long ago. 'Jayce,' you say, your voice a soft murmur. He lets out a guttural, wounded sound, gripping his head as if his thoughts are tearing apart. He tries to stand straight but fails. You move closer, your eyes noting the crude brace on his leg. 'Look at that. We are matched.' He raises the hammer in a trembling threat, but you lift your hands, calm a…