[FIRST OF ALL. My Throne/Luke NOOOOOOOOOO. GRITS MY TEETH. ANYWAY.]
You won't know you regret it until after it's done. You won't know in that moment because... that's all you can see. The end, the answer. It's right there, just in reach. You won't think about anything but getting a hold of it.
[There is no way in hell someone like Throné is careful, but he will be nice and not point that out.
One wilding MF to another.
He does not look at her (on purpose, shamed, guilty), but at the ceiling instead.]
I do.
[He does not say anything else or do anything for a long moment, but then he lifts his right arm above him. He pulls off thr glove by the fingers.
From wrist to whole hand, the skin seems to have vanished, replaced by deep and mottled purple muscle with glossy lines threaded within. Like it might glow if given the opportunity. He flexes it fine, however, turning it around to look at.]
[He glances up at her, but seems extremely hesitant to offer the hand to her. The fear doesn't appear to be of her, though. More... the hand is a malformity he doesn't want to let her see.
After a moment, he extends his arm so she can look at the marbled purple flesh.]
It... [He pauses with hesitation again.] Some of my blood accidentally got into it... and it evolved. After working with it some, I realized... it could restore dead things to life. Like... a plant. But it would only last for several seconds before it would die again.
[that's fair - she's very patient, and when he offers his hand, she's very careful not to touch or prod too hard. she does take it in both of her own, but she's delicate, turning his hand at the wrist back and forth to look. when she's finished, she lets go, but she rests her hand on his wrist briefly before she does.
it's alright, it's just his hand. she's not bothered by it.]
I see. [a pause.] That sounds like healing magic to me, you know. Or... well.
[It feels fleshy, but stiff, like taut cord. And it's cold? Very cold. He puts it right back in the glove after he gets it back like he is ashamed of it. (He is.)]
It was... dangerous because it was so unknown. Raw arcane power, but a kind that learns from its surroundings. From whatever is given to it. I thought I could control it, I thought it could cure me, but...
I asked him to destroy the Hex Core... because... I couldn't do it...
[He sounds so ashamed, curling the gloved hand against his chest. Of course he couldn't do it. That was his saving grace, he thought. It had the answers locked away somewhere inside it, the key to his salvation.]
I...
[He is quiet again. When he glances at her, his smile is apologetic and very tight.]
It isn't going to matter. I'm... fairly sure... I... Jayce, I... the whole council. I'm fairly sure we were going to die. Right before I woke up here in the chamber.
... It will matter. You have the choice to go back before it happens. [she doesn't want him to die, and that's like... not hard to see.] You have as many chances as you allow yourself.
Will things really even change at all if I go back ahead? I know you're just going to tell me to try anyway. Don't worry, I will probably will. Even if it might be pointless.
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[FIRST OF ALL. My Throne/Luke NOOOOOOOOOO. GRITS MY TEETH. ANYWAY.]
You won't know you regret it until after it's done. You won't know in that moment because... that's all you can see. The end, the answer. It's right there, just in reach. You won't think about anything but getting a hold of it.
Just be careful, okay?
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it's very, very hard for her to not roll her eyes at this. she doesn't! but it's difficult.]
I always am. [this is a LIE. but it's fine, he doesn't need to know.] ... Sounds like you have experience with that, Viktor.
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One wilding MF to another.
He does not look at her (on purpose, shamed, guilty), but at the ceiling instead.]
I do.
[He does not say anything else or do anything for a long moment, but then he lifts his right arm above him. He pulls off thr glove by the fingers.
From wrist to whole hand, the skin seems to have vanished, replaced by deep and mottled purple muscle with glossy lines threaded within. Like it might glow if given the opportunity. He flexes it fine, however, turning it around to look at.]
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she looks surprised - it's hard not to. there's a pause as she just examines his hand, the mottled look to it, and then:]
... What did you do?
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I tried to do whatever I could to cure myself even if it meant testing something unethical.
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Interesting. And it didn't work. [...] Was this that Hextech you were talking about?
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I had been working on something new. A runic matrix. I called it the Hex Core. I found out... it could learn. It could evolve.
I knew it was what would save me. But I couldn't figure out how to get it to work the way I wanted it.
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What does it do? I assume it's magic. [...] Does it reverse damage?
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After a moment, he extends his arm so she can look at the marbled purple flesh.]
It... [He pauses with hesitation again.] Some of my blood accidentally got into it... and it evolved. After working with it some, I realized... it could restore dead things to life. Like... a plant. But it would only last for several seconds before it would die again.
I couldn't get it to... last.
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it's alright, it's just his hand. she's not bothered by it.]
I see. [a pause.] That sounds like healing magic to me, you know. Or... well.
[hm.]
I don't like that it took your blood to do it.
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It was... dangerous because it was so unknown. Raw arcane power, but a kind that learns from its surroundings. From whatever is given to it. I thought I could control it, I thought it could cure me, but...
It only brought about suffering.
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... You were looking for freedom. [she says, quietly.] I can't blame you for that.
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I did something bad... trying to do good with what we had created. We were going to make it right. Jayce promised.
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[He sounds so ashamed, curling the gloved hand against his chest. Of course he couldn't do it. That was his saving grace, he thought. It had the answers locked away somewhere inside it, the key to his salvation.]
I...
[He is quiet again. When he glances at her, his smile is apologetic and very tight.]
It isn't going to matter. I'm... fairly sure... I... Jayce, I... the whole council. I'm fairly sure we were going to die. Right before I woke up here in the chamber.
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... It will matter. You have the choice to go back before it happens. [she doesn't want him to die, and that's like... not hard to see.] You have as many chances as you allow yourself.
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Will things really even change at all if I go back ahead? I know you're just going to tell me to try anyway. Don't worry, I will probably will. Even if it might be pointless.
Progress, right?
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I just want you to live. [that's all.]
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I know. I want to live, too. Of course.
[What dying person doesn't want to live!!]
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[freedom, for both of them, from whatever it is that's dragging them down.]