[Jayce agrees, his voice cracking. He used the Hexcore. And based on what he knows of the future, it worked. Viktor lives, at least in some manner. How else would Jinx know to call him "Fortune Cookie?" She'd have no words or nicknames for a dead man.
He didn't know it killed Sky, in that version of himself. He bites his lip to stop himself from saying it doesn't change anything. Even if he knew... he would have still used it. He could speculate that it killed Sky because she wasn't attuned to it, like Viktor was. It's a tragedy it happened at all, but the worst that could have happened to Viktor in the state he was in, was that Jayce wouldn't have a body to mourn. Instead he waits by Viktor's comatose side, monitoring his vitals every few minutes, staying away all hours of the day at the slightest hope there will be something more than a steady but torpid pulse.
He's ready to agree to it all, but then Viktor asks him... that. Jayce frowns deep, trying to make sense of all these awful emotions he has. He doesn't know how to say it without it sounding dire, and he grasps for less concerning phrases and finds none, his vocabulary dried up.]
I can't think of a world where... where I exist, and you don't.
cw: co-dependency 🙃
[Jayce agrees, his voice cracking. He used the Hexcore. And based on what he knows of the future, it worked. Viktor lives, at least in some manner. How else would Jinx know to call him "Fortune Cookie?" She'd have no words or nicknames for a dead man.
He didn't know it killed Sky, in that version of himself. He bites his lip to stop himself from saying it doesn't change anything. Even if he knew... he would have still used it. He could speculate that it killed Sky because she wasn't attuned to it, like Viktor was. It's a tragedy it happened at all, but the worst that could have happened to Viktor in the state he was in, was that Jayce wouldn't have a body to mourn. Instead he waits by Viktor's comatose side, monitoring his vitals every few minutes, staying away all hours of the day at the slightest hope there will be something more than a steady but torpid pulse.
He's ready to agree to it all, but then Viktor asks him... that. Jayce frowns deep, trying to make sense of all these awful emotions he has. He doesn't know how to say it without it sounding dire, and he grasps for less concerning phrases and finds none, his vocabulary dried up.]
I can't think of a world where... where I exist, and you don't.