"I was an excellent assistant. I just didn't want to be one for longer than I had to."
It also (fortunately? Unfortunately?) helped that Heimerdinger was largely oblivious to a lot of the things going on right under his nose. Running off with Jayce to complete Hextech was, perhaps, a very dramatic way of submitting a resignation letter, but, given the chance, he would do it all over again. Just...perhaps with less of a time limit. He'd been aware of Jayce before that fateful assignment, and finds it somewhat surprisingly that they'd never crossed paths, in the few years they overlapped at the Academy, in the end he supposes he's glad it all played out the way it did. They might have been caught, if Viktor had been in on the research much earlier.
Hearing about Jayce as a child is endearing, of course. It makes him want to share a little more, in turn.
"How old? I thought Piltover had laws against that sort of thing."
Viktor pulls up a stool, reaching over for something on the workbench. When his hands emerge from behind a pile of books and other gadgets, they're holding a small clockwork boat (though, perhaps large enough for a child), which he hands, gently, to Jayce.
"These are the kinds of projects I worked on. You probably would have liked them."
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It also (fortunately? Unfortunately?) helped that Heimerdinger was largely oblivious to a lot of the things going on right under his nose. Running off with Jayce to complete Hextech was, perhaps, a very dramatic way of submitting a resignation letter, but, given the chance, he would do it all over again. Just...perhaps with less of a time limit. He'd been aware of Jayce before that fateful assignment, and finds it somewhat surprisingly that they'd never crossed paths, in the few years they overlapped at the Academy, in the end he supposes he's glad it all played out the way it did. They might have been caught, if Viktor had been in on the research much earlier.
Hearing about Jayce as a child is endearing, of course. It makes him want to share a little more, in turn.
"How old? I thought Piltover had laws against that sort of thing."
Viktor pulls up a stool, reaching over for something on the workbench. When his hands emerge from behind a pile of books and other gadgets, they're holding a small clockwork boat (though, perhaps large enough for a child), which he hands, gently, to Jayce.
"These are the kinds of projects I worked on. You probably would have liked them."