I think I always knew. What would bring me to that point.

[Harm to another person has always been non-negotiable. To kill someone, unimaginable. Kyle has always called the Hexcore a miracle, but they both know the inherent dangers of that kind of magic. It seems what always awaited him back home was not the success he enjoyed here, where he was able to save his own life, and it was foolish to think that the potential future as Jayce described it was some other version of him.

There is more to say, but Viktor allows himself this moment to mourn, curling into Kyle's embrace. It feels like it's been so long--even though no time at all has passed.]

I couldn't destroy the Hexcore. Not even after my efforts failed. I asked Jayce to do it.