Don't get me wrong. It happens in Piltover, too, but... they sweep it under the rug. They're... craftier about it. The crime isn't... violence. Murder, brawls, discontent. It's crueler. More manipulative.
[He frowns.]
Piltover doesn't have royals surprisingly, but it does have a council. They make all of the decisions by vote. It's the council... Jayce became a part of. I don't think... politics and science should be mixed.
I think he was being pulled in two directions he couldn't compromise. The council, and our Hextech dream.
You're right—the two shouldn't be. Those with political power will always try to get science to sway so that they can stay in power. It's half of what our royals bother me for, instead of doing their jobs.
[he shakes his head]
I'd be wary of that friend of yours. He's probably going to follow the illusion of power.
[Naturally, he looks somewhat irritably offended at the warning. It's reflexive, reactionary.]
No, Jayce... wouldn't...
[Dahut had also sort of warned him.
But he and Jayce have been partners for so long, have been close. And yet, in this moment, he thinks again about the hammer being dropped near him the last they had truly spoken. He thinks about... how he had accepted the Shimmer so he could utilize the Hex Core, unbeknownst to Jayce.
[His fingers curl, digging into the clothes over his arms while they're crossed. Jayce really went and made a weapon without talking to him about it... But he can't say anything? He went and made himself a weapon almost...
It's clear there is a bit of struggle going on in him.]
Maybe if he... just left the council.
[Haha.
His arms unfurl, and he picks up the Rubik's cube, twirling it in his fingers. Then he pushes it into Scien's chest. Take.]
You can keep it until your time is better than a minute and thirty-seven seconds.
[scien is already just twisting the puzzle - not an active effort to solve it, but rather understand the way it's constructed. when viktor offers, scien looks up before shaking his head]
If I wanted one, I would've already made it. If I find a great need, I will.
It's a personal choice. Rather... I am effective enough without one, and I would rather retain my humanity in any way that I can. I do not need to build my body to stray further from that.
[it's obviously not a dig at viktor or any of their friends who have gotten prosthetics - but rather scien's stubborn commitment to his own values. his heart being partially made of machinery is enough.
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Don't get me wrong. It happens in Piltover, too, but... they sweep it under the rug. They're... craftier about it. The crime isn't... violence. Murder, brawls, discontent. It's crueler. More manipulative.
[He frowns.]
Piltover doesn't have royals surprisingly, but it does have a council. They make all of the decisions by vote. It's the council... Jayce became a part of. I don't think... politics and science should be mixed.
I think he was being pulled in two directions he couldn't compromise. The council, and our Hextech dream.
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[he shakes his head]
I'd be wary of that friend of yours. He's probably going to follow the illusion of power.
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No, Jayce... wouldn't...
[Dahut had also sort of warned him.
But he and Jayce have been partners for so long, have been close. And yet, in this moment, he thinks again about the hammer being dropped near him the last they had truly spoken. He thinks about... how he had accepted the Shimmer so he could utilize the Hex Core, unbeknownst to Jayce.
Their pact is crumbling in their hands.]
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scien sees the hesitation for what it is.]
You know him better than I do.
[he'll admit that. maybe viktor is right that there's nothing to worry about and scien is concerned for no reason. but.]
But the average person cannot sustain that level of power and keep their morals.
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It's clear there is a bit of struggle going on in him.]
Maybe if he... just left the council.
[Haha.
His arms unfurl, and he picks up the Rubik's cube, twirling it in his fingers. Then he pushes it into Scien's chest. Take.]
You can keep it until your time is better than a minute and thirty-seven seconds.
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his expression brightens because of course it does. LOVE PUZZLE!!!!!! but he will just look back to viktor and say, and about half-mean it]
I don't believe in luck.
But I'd wish you some if I did.
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[His luck feels like it has run out, honestly. He's thought that since the day Jayce told him the doctors' prognosis.
He leaves Scien with the puzzle, but stops halfway and glances back over his shoulder.]
Do you care about the arm? Do you want me to build you one?
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If I wanted one, I would've already made it. If I find a great need, I will.
It's a personal choice. Rather... I am effective enough without one, and I would rather retain my humanity in any way that I can. I do not need to build my body to stray further from that.
[it's obviously not a dig at viktor or any of their friends who have gotten prosthetics - but rather scien's stubborn commitment to his own values. his heart being partially made of machinery is enough.
he would rather not stray any further than this.]
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[Maybe. He has the makings of the becoming a machine origin story, and it had only just stopped right before it got worse.
But he shrugs one shoulder and arm a little.]
Alright. Suit yourself.
[He doesn't sound angry or offended, just accepting of one dude's stubborn commitment.]