Jayce curls around him like he wishes he could just pull Viktor into him and keep him safe that way. He would do anything, he has done anything, to protect him. That was true long past they were together, and now even more so. He sighs and stuffs his nose into Viktor's hair, feeling better when he's breathing him, although he can't give him his lungs, or this would've already been over. Talking to Caitlyn was hard enough, but he takes in another deep breath of Viktor and lets it out.

"I'm sorry, I'm being selfish. I'll listen to anything you want to say."

No matter how painful it is, it's the right thing to do. Viktor deserves to have his last words or instructions. He can write it all down, yes, but he wanted to say it. Jayce feels cold despite being the one who radiates heat, as if all the heat and life seep out of him every time he thinks about living without Viktor. He made Jayce promise to let him die back home, but that was different. Here, he wants to live, he wants to fight. Whatever reason he had to stop, it isn't present here.