...I...do not mind. Telling you these things, I mean to say. Perhaps if we find time we can simply exchange stories a bit less dismal than our usual fare.
[The smallest laugh left him, easily mistaken for a quicker than usual exhale in how slight and faint it was. Viktor found it difficult--perhaps impossible--to simply not understand something, such was just his nature as a scientist. But the heart was unquantifiable; even if logic dictated the architect of Runeterra's near-destruction deserved death at the bare minimum, there would be those who foolishly diagreed and would not be dissuaded. People like Jayce, like Vakama, like so many of their allies-]
[Friends, he corrected himself with a similarly indefinable warmth mixed with confusion. He never had very many of those, and now here he was with a shocking abundance even in spite of everything he had done. Undeserved kindness, unwarranted sympathy, illogical care for a steel monster and mass murderer.]
[He might never understand it. Maybe he didn't have to.]
That...would be nice, if you would accompany me. [The corner of his mouth twitched into a crooked smile--none of the precision of the machine's movements, as uncertain and exhausted as the rest of him. But the effort was there--Viktor had never really known how to give up, for better and for worse.]
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[The smallest laugh left him, easily mistaken for a quicker than usual exhale in how slight and faint it was. Viktor found it difficult--perhaps impossible--to simply not understand something, such was just his nature as a scientist. But the heart was unquantifiable; even if logic dictated the architect of Runeterra's near-destruction deserved death at the bare minimum, there would be those who foolishly diagreed and would not be dissuaded. People like Jayce, like Vakama, like so many of their allies-]
[Friends, he corrected himself with a similarly indefinable warmth mixed with confusion. He never had very many of those, and now here he was with a shocking abundance even in spite of everything he had done. Undeserved kindness, unwarranted sympathy, illogical care for a steel monster and mass murderer.]
[He might never understand it. Maybe he didn't have to.]
That...would be nice, if you would accompany me. [The corner of his mouth twitched into a crooked smile--none of the precision of the machine's movements, as uncertain and exhausted as the rest of him. But the effort was there--Viktor had never really known how to give up, for better and for worse.]