[ It's meant to be harmless, he says. There's a click of her tongue, incredulous disbelief as instinctual response. It's not though. She knows its not! ] Right — sure.
[ She doesn't need his input, can do it herself. Except —] The runes are important. Is their order important? [ Almost unclear if she's asking him or asking the journal or asking herself before moving sharply on. A dangerous question to push to the side, perhaps.
It might be stabilized, won't crack if she drops it and what a luxury that might be! But even the notes say that there's 'powerful potential', or something equally verbose and clear in the implication. Even this guy is saying so! But, he also says something else. Something that pulls her attention away. Hands stop their current motion, some half-finished rigging, a piece of metal wire snagged between pliers. ] You have? [ Yikes @ her. ]
Well, what's it meant to be for, then? [ When she casts a glance back at him, brows knit, the question sounds surprisingly genuine and honestly curious, without a tongue ready for ridicule. Eyes dart between his face and the gem, sitting quietly in a cup. It's as if this thought hadn't occurred to her at all, so used to chaos that anything else seemed intangible. ]
[Of course he's not going to offer her an answer, even if he's increasingly alarmed by the speed at which she's puzzling this out. Sure, she has Jayce's notes, but perhaps Viktor had thought it was all too esoteric for anyone to pick up easily, even someone with the inclination. Clearly, he was wrong. He'd be more impressed by her sheer talent if it didn't mean so many bad things for him.
And also everyone else, probably. Still, he seems to get her attention. Viktor increasingly feels like he might have a chance, if he says the right things.]
Why do you sound surprised?
[That's a rhetorical question. Viktor knows exactly why--down here, you're not offered the luxury of a choice, most of the time. She assumes that Hextech is for weaponry because that's all she's ever understood.]
It's to help people. Improve lives. [Even as he says it, though, it rings hollow. He's spent all this time topside, and what does he have to show for it? Fancy teleportation gates that have only enriched Piltover's elite. He'd hoped, maybe, that tonight would change something, but Viktor has ended up disappointed once again. It inclines him a little more to make his allegiance clear.] I'm not from Piltover, you know.
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[ She doesn't need his input, can do it herself. Except —] The runes are important. Is their order important? [ Almost unclear if she's asking him or asking the journal or asking herself before moving sharply on. A dangerous question to push to the side, perhaps.
It might be stabilized, won't crack if she drops it and what a luxury that might be! But even the notes say that there's 'powerful potential', or something equally verbose and clear in the implication. Even this guy is saying so! But, he also says something else. Something that pulls her attention away. Hands stop their current motion, some half-finished rigging, a piece of metal wire snagged between pliers. ] You have? [ Yikes @ her. ]
Well, what's it meant to be for, then? [ When she casts a glance back at him, brows knit, the question sounds surprisingly genuine and honestly curious, without a tongue ready for ridicule. Eyes dart between his face and the gem, sitting quietly in a cup. It's as if this thought hadn't occurred to her at all, so used to chaos that anything else seemed intangible. ]
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And also everyone else, probably. Still, he seems to get her attention. Viktor increasingly feels like he might have a chance, if he says the right things.]
Why do you sound surprised?
[That's a rhetorical question. Viktor knows exactly why--down here, you're not offered the luxury of a choice, most of the time. She assumes that Hextech is for weaponry because that's all she's ever understood.]
It's to help people. Improve lives. [Even as he says it, though, it rings hollow. He's spent all this time topside, and what does he have to show for it? Fancy teleportation gates that have only enriched Piltover's elite. He'd hoped, maybe, that tonight would change something, but Viktor has ended up disappointed once again. It inclines him a little more to make his allegiance clear.] I'm not from Piltover, you know.