[ the way she carries herself is — different, a kind of confidence that's not cocky but volatile, and viktor looks at her and her blue hair and sees the hextech crystals in their original form, just as volatile and explosive, and he should have just walked away, shouldn't he?

if this girl is the one behind the bombings, behind the death of all those enforcers... he has absolutely nothing on her. he's a scientist, not a soldier.

and yet. ]

You did not "find" it, [ he says, the quotation marks somehow audible in his voice. ] It was stolen from our workshop. [ yes, "our". there's a dry undercurrent to his tone — the one that knows all too well that he is a footnote in the chapter of history that will be dedicated to jayce talis.

then, with a shake of his head, ]

I will not wrestle you for it. I've no doubt as to the winner. [ is it possible for self-loathing to sound so incredibly cold? somehow, yes. ]