[ His careful mask falters briefly, his hand tightening around Viktor's at the reminder of that single loss of life - if only because he does understand, Viktor made his wishes clear, and knows the weight he carries. He should ask Viktor about this assistant - he should try to display some compassion. But the callous, fearful part of him doesn't want to know anything about this person.
He will ask later, once they have left this place.
The rest of his fears lay ahead.
As usual he's curious about the new surroundings as they travel down, though tempered by the circumstances. He's less distracted than he normally might be by all the new sights and sounds of the Lanes, the lack of people in the streets makes it all a little eerie. Worse is heading further down. The thickness of the air, the greenish tinge is strange - he expects this is also muted in recreation, but it's still far worse than the pollution he was accustomed to in Nayeshi. Basawar is a world that is withering, like the life is being slowly drained out of it. Zaun is being choked and poisoned, as Viktor had always described.
He's confused when they stop at the encampment. He doesn't like the thought of Viktor here. Worse that he describes it as atonement - even if he understands that feeling as well.
As the space around them blooms, it startles him at first. He reaches out to touch the tops of the yellow flowers, their soft, velvet-like petals brushing his fingertips. It's the dome-like structure at the center that his attention fixes on though. A glass palace in a garden. A temple. He stares at it for a long while, transfixed by the warmth, feeling as though he should kneel and equally terrified to do so. ]
Viktor - [ he starts before he fully knows what he means to say, his face gone pale again. ] ... how did you keep this hidden from Piltover?
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He will ask later, once they have left this place.
The rest of his fears lay ahead.
As usual he's curious about the new surroundings as they travel down, though tempered by the circumstances. He's less distracted than he normally might be by all the new sights and sounds of the Lanes, the lack of people in the streets makes it all a little eerie. Worse is heading further down. The thickness of the air, the greenish tinge is strange - he expects this is also muted in recreation, but it's still far worse than the pollution he was accustomed to in Nayeshi. Basawar is a world that is withering, like the life is being slowly drained out of it. Zaun is being choked and poisoned, as Viktor had always described.
He's confused when they stop at the encampment. He doesn't like the thought of Viktor here. Worse that he describes it as atonement - even if he understands that feeling as well.
As the space around them blooms, it startles him at first. He reaches out to touch the tops of the yellow flowers, their soft, velvet-like petals brushing his fingertips. It's the dome-like structure at the center that his attention fixes on though. A glass palace in a garden. A temple. He stares at it for a long while, transfixed by the warmth, feeling as though he should kneel and equally terrified to do so. ]
Viktor - [ he starts before he fully knows what he means to say, his face gone pale again. ] ... how did you keep this hidden from Piltover?
[ This place is completely indefensible. ]