Jayce loved this apartment. He spent so much time unraveling the information he had, trying to guess at the answer that would finally get him what he needed. This was a glowing memory for him, not as glowing as the lab is for the two of them, where they actually accomplished the things that he used to dream about. But it does remind him of where it all started. It was the location of the lowest point of his life too, standing at the edge, until Viktor's voice 'interrupted.' He has no intention of telling Viktor that he 'interrupted' him in their last talk too. It's not something they've ever directly talked about, they knew what it was.

"No, this time it's going to stay perfectly imperfect, thanks." Because it is imperfect, it's a little messy and cluttered and like the scattered mind Jayce used to have. All his living spaces since have been colder or less used, since he was rarely there. He is glowing with happiness over this, and as he slides his fingers on the chalkboard, it fills up with their final calculations from that night, the one that led to the success.

"Wait," Jayce snaps out of it for a moment, glancing over his shoulder at his friend. "Can we ... put people in here? That aren't real?" He too doesn't really want to re-create a human and won't do it, but he is still curious about whether it's possible. It would likely be a creation of the mind, not the real thing. As far as he knows, Sheriff Grayson was a good person, Caitlyn always spoke well of her as did everyone else. Her replacement turned out to be a horribly corrupt man.