[The hammer is pointed directly at you Viktor, its massive head unfolding to a torrent of wild and uncontrollable magic in the gem at its center. It's beautiful, says a thought flickering through your mind, fascinated with something that twists and shines with the concept you named 'wild runes'. Primal magic, sheer force rather than the controllable factor the two of you so often worked with.]
[The ragged sentinel's form flickers with the same chaotic arcane magic--(you sense ssomething even you do not comprehend, some force beyond your understanding guiding his path, seeking one outcome amidst hundreds), and as you stare in a state frozen between awe and concern in your quieted emotions, you think-]
[...Jayce? Stop, what are you doing-]
[Your Viktor's partner screams in heartrending pain, and the hammer fires a tremendous burst of power--straight through your chest, through the roof of your shelter in the middle of your undercity sanctuary, and for a moment all you know is pain.]
[The next, you are Viktor is on the floor; flickers of arcane magic and firing biomechanical synapses spark from the massive hole in his chest in place of blood. You are not angry (not at him, never at him, there could never be hatred in your heart for him) because you can no longer feel anger, or fear, or much of anything. The Hexcore freed you from that.]
[And as you struggle to keep your fading eyes on your grief-stricken partner, you know it can do more than that. You know it can save him and you alike from this senseless pain. With its power, you can save everyone from ever feeling the agony of this heartbreak.]
[(You did not understand then what you know now. He broke his own heart to save you from yourself.)]
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youViktor, its massive head unfolding to a torrent of wild and uncontrollable magic in the gem at its center. It's beautiful, says a thought flickering through your mind, fascinated with something that twists and shines with the concept you named 'wild runes'. Primal magic, sheer force rather than the controllable factor the two of you so often worked with.][The ragged sentinel's form flickers with the same chaotic arcane magic--(you sense ssomething even you do not comprehend, some force beyond your understanding guiding his path, seeking one outcome amidst hundreds), and as you stare in a state frozen between awe and concern in your quieted emotions, you think-]
[...Jayce? Stop, what are you doing-]
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YourViktor's partner screams in heartrending pain, and the hammer fires a tremendous burst of power--straight through your chest, through the roof of your shelter in the middle of your undercity sanctuary, and for a moment all you know is pain.][The next,
you areViktor is on the floor; flickers of arcane magic and firing biomechanical synapses spark from the massive hole in his chest in place of blood. You are not angry (not at him, never at him, there could never be hatred in your heart for him) because you can no longer feel anger, or fear, or much of anything. The Hexcore freed you from that.][And as you struggle to keep your fading eyes on your grief-stricken partner, you know it can do more than that. You know it can save him and you alike from this senseless pain. With its power, you can save everyone from ever feeling the agony of this heartbreak.]
[(You did not understand then what you know now. He broke his own heart to save you from yourself.)]