There’s an empty space here, one that he imagines Jayce might like him to fill with similar speculation about his own parents, but what is there to say, really? Jayce knows the broad strokes—they were artisans, they wanted better for their brilliant, lonely son, and then they were gone before they could see him go topside to the Academy. Nothing he particularly wants to dwell on. They've both been over it, so he says nothing, instead opting to move back around the worktable, to Jayce.

“No, I believe you. From everything you’ve told me, he seemed like a good man.”

It’s an interesting conversational detour regardless, one that gives Viktor a glimpse into Jayce’s deeper feelings about the whole situation, and the circumstances back home. Again, he thinks he should ask—about the weapon, about what could have possibly happened with the Hexcore, about what went on in those missing two days that apparently has them both so distraught—but the moment is fleeing. Jayce finishes filling in the forge and talking about his father and is content to move on to the next order of business. Viktor hasn’t, at least, forgotten his tacit promise.

“I have a study—much nicer than anything I had back at the Academy.” More like Heimerdinger’s office than the shared space of teaching assistants, perhaps hinting at some of Viktor’s past aspirations, had Hextech not come into play. He thinks for a moment, as if trying to remember everything else he’s built. “Oh, the overlook. You know, above the water treatment facility.” Of course, he doesn’t know that’s also the last place Jayce saw him. “There’s a nice view of the city from there. The Undercity, i mean.”

That seems like a nice compromise—he can bring Rio there, without having to take Jayce down to the ravines and caves that run beneath.