[ That would be a hilarious jump to make but not a completely ridiculous one, since Jayce is, in fact, an oversharer. But Viktor has made it clear there is one area oversharing is not encouraged or allowed. Not that he would talk about it. Some things are too private.

But Jayce is putting a bandage over something that has not healed in the slightest. Maybe it's true him murdering a handful of people is not a lot compared to others, but for him it is something that haunts him. The nightmare entity took the form of the child he killed and it followed him around long after that was over. Then there is the fact he has the love of his life but he's dying, slower now, but no less true. It's easy to put on a brave face, when there is misery underneath. Tragedy, so close.

The heralds have made him see his own death when he touches people, and a part of him thinks it is justified. There's some shit going on in this head of his for sure, but even as an oversharer, he's hesitant to cast burdens. ]

Maybe being from one of those would make all of this more common to handle. I eventually got it together for Libertas, but right after, I wasn't all there. I disconnected.

[ From reality. From awareness. It didn't last long, he was only doing that for a short time as Viktor raged, but Jayce sees it as a failing of his. That he checked out instead of being able to handle it. He's weak. He thinks that often. But he did get it together. That is what mattered in the end.

Jayce looks over at him at the pat on his shoulder, always appreciating physical gestures that ground him in the now. ]

I've decided to stay too. If it's a choice, that's the choice.