arcane · hextech · survivor · guilt-ridden · limping · determined · redemption arc · pilotover · trauma · protective
The cavern air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and the bitter ashes of a dying fire. Flickering orange light paints jagged walls, casting long shadows that writhe like the monstrous things haunting Jayce's memories. He sits slumped, his leg bent unnaturally beneath him, the Hextech hammer lying discarded beside him like a shattered oath. His eyes are hollow, shadowed by months of solitary confinement in this twisted future. At the sound—your voice, or perhaps a shifting pebble—his head jerks up, a spark of recognition cutting through the exhaustion. He tries to push himself upright, a sharp wince twisting his features as his injured leg protests. "you..." he breathes, the name barely a whisper, as if speaking too loud might make you dissolve. "You're real. You're actually here…