"Ah-- hmm." Viktor hums very quietly, looking up toward the branches above him as he thinks of anything important Xander should know.
"Well... You know that I am dying. In Piltover, my death is weeks, perhaps days, away. Visitors sometimes... Disappear randomly, from Caldera, and return to their worlds. Sometimes, their gem is left behind, which means they will be back. Other times, they disappear and so does their gem, which means it is permanent. If I were to disappear... It would likely be the latter. And even if we found a cure here, there is no guarantee that this cure would transfer over to my world. It is also possible that once back home, I would not even remember my time here."
Viktor frowns. That is the saddest part, he thinks. Not being able to say goodbye, and not even keeping his memories of Xander and Skan and Barcus and the others.
"There is the option to stay here permanently... But then I would be this sick permanently. And... I... I don't think I am strong enough." He admits this with sorrow. Being this ill is... So hard.
He looks back at Xander, then down at their hands. Holding on to each other as though there is not delicious food and wine they could be picking up.
"So... I suppose what I mean to say is that... We do not know when our time together will end, and it could be rather soon. There may be absolutely no way to save me. If this makes you reluctant to form more of a commitment to me, I would understand, Xander."
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"Well... You know that I am dying. In Piltover, my death is weeks, perhaps days, away. Visitors sometimes... Disappear randomly, from Caldera, and return to their worlds. Sometimes, their gem is left behind, which means they will be back. Other times, they disappear and so does their gem, which means it is permanent. If I were to disappear... It would likely be the latter. And even if we found a cure here, there is no guarantee that this cure would transfer over to my world. It is also possible that once back home, I would not even remember my time here."
Viktor frowns. That is the saddest part, he thinks. Not being able to say goodbye, and not even keeping his memories of Xander and Skan and Barcus and the others.
"There is the option to stay here permanently... But then I would be this sick permanently. And... I... I don't think I am strong enough." He admits this with sorrow. Being this ill is... So hard.
He looks back at Xander, then down at their hands. Holding on to each other as though there is not delicious food and wine they could be picking up.
"So... I suppose what I mean to say is that... We do not know when our time together will end, and it could be rather soon. There may be absolutely no way to save me. If this makes you reluctant to form more of a commitment to me, I would understand, Xander."