Everything around him in the moments after the Hexcore falls still is more like a dream than anything else. Jayce's voice and the instructions he gives are muffled, and Viktor sinks, like he's suspended underwater. He can feel himself slipping further into unconsciousness, but that fact doesn't alarm him. He can't possibly describe what just happened--he'll have to leave that up to his companions, to assess his vitals and ensure that the Hexcore actually worked--but he feels different, in a way that lets him understand that the danger has passed.

He can't speak, too shocked from the pain and the sheer force of arcane energy coursing through him, but as he feels it ebb there's a lack of pressure in his chest, and he knows they've done it.

Even if he were capable of words, he doesn't think he could find them. In his last waking moments, he reaches out for Jayce's sleeve, fingers grasping at him weakly, as if to say that everything is okay now. He's going to be okay.