[she understands body language. she notices that Viktor freezes up a bit, and then that... shock.
her eyebrows raise. it gives her the impression that either he was too quiet or not well liked for some reason, even though she'd much rather talk to him than Jayce. for as much as she picked on him, verbally and mentally, she doesn't hate him, but the naivete can only go so far before she gets exasperated.
but--]
You don't deal with bullshit. I don't understand the nerd shit--[she gestures to the gauntlets and wherever his notes are]--but we still have an understanding because we came from Zaun. So yeah, of course I like talking to you.
[ you don't deal with bullshit, she says in her usual blunt way, and it startles a quiet laugh out of him — no, he doesn't, she's certainly right about that. ]
Contrary to popular belief, [ he says wryly, ] I am capable of talking about something else than... eh, "nerd shit." [ yes, somehow the air quotes are audible in his voice.
and yes, he says capable, but what he means it i don't do it often but for those i like i might make an exception. ]
[ by people other than vi, he means — hence the quip in the first place. perhaps it's because he so often just doesn't bother to engage in talk about mundane things... hm, maybe it is his own fault, that. ]
Eventually, [ he repeats, because, yes; not now. not like this. ]
[she'd kinda called him a nerd, so she deserved it for that. she looks down at her gauntlets again, thinking about them for a minute. how Viktor really hadn't even wanted it to come to this to begin with.]
So... mining the fissures, huh? That idea must've been all you.
You may be right. [ he's choosing to ignore the fact that jayce can, in fact, talk politics if he wants to — the less he has to remember jayce being a councilor the better.
so the change in topic is a welcome one, and he sighs. ]
... You know as well as I do what it is like, there. How little Topside cares. [ a pause. ] My mother was a miner before she broke her leg badly enough to be unable to continue. She became a seamstress, after.
[she's quiet for a long time. it's sad, to know that they're both orphans, but not surprising. there were so many orphans in the Undercity that it'd probably be overwhelming to count them all.]
My parents were killed when they tried to rebel against the Enforcers on the bridge. They wanted a better life for Jinx and me. I was about nine.
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[she understands body language. she notices that Viktor freezes up a bit, and then that... shock.
her eyebrows raise. it gives her the impression that either he was too quiet or not well liked for some reason, even though she'd much rather talk to him than Jayce. for as much as she picked on him, verbally and mentally, she doesn't hate him, but the naivete can only go so far before she gets exasperated.
but--]
You don't deal with bullshit. I don't understand the nerd shit--[she gestures to the gauntlets and wherever his notes are]--but we still have an understanding because we came from Zaun. So yeah, of course I like talking to you.
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Contrary to popular belief, [ he says wryly, ] I am capable of talking about something else than... eh, "nerd shit." [ yes, somehow the air quotes are audible in his voice.
and yes, he says capable, but what he means it i don't do it often but for those i like i might make an exception. ]
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[even though she's obviously looking at... whatever he's doing in here. probably some nerd shit, right?]
We've already talked about a lot of things. Kinda depressing things, but... still. We'll get to talk about something dumb eventually.
[she doesn't know if she's really in the mood for dumb currently, though. there's still so much she still has to sift through.]
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[ by people other than vi, he means — hence the quip in the first place. perhaps it's because he so often just doesn't bother to engage in talk about mundane things... hm, maybe it is his own fault, that. ]
Eventually, [ he repeats, because, yes; not now. not like this. ]
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[she'd kinda called him a nerd, so she deserved it for that. she looks down at her gauntlets again, thinking about them for a minute. how Viktor really hadn't even wanted it to come to this to begin with.]
So... mining the fissures, huh? That idea must've been all you.
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You may be right. [ he's choosing to ignore the fact that jayce can, in fact, talk politics if he wants to — the less he has to remember jayce being a councilor the better.
so the change in topic is a welcome one, and he sighs. ]
... You know as well as I do what it is like, there. How little Topside cares. [ a pause. ] My mother was a miner before she broke her leg badly enough to be unable to continue. She became a seamstress, after.
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she nods at the comment, though.]
My parents were miners, too. I remember them coming home, dirty as shit. It had to be miserable work, but... they always tried to be happy. For us.
[gods, she misses them. misses her mother, especially.]
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My parents were never anything but supportive. The reason I made it into the Academy was all thanks to them. [ a sigh as he reaches for a torque. ]
They didn't live long enough to see Hextech.
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My parents were killed when they tried to rebel against the Enforcers on the bridge. They wanted a better life for Jinx and me. I was about nine.
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I am sorry, Vi. It seems loss haunts the very steps of those of us who have risen from the trenches. I wish it didn't have to be so.
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Not like you made the Enforcer pull the trigger.
[re: the apology. she knows why he's said it though, but still.]
Lately, loss has haunted a lot more of us than just us trenchers. There's... a lot of people in Piltover that's lost a lot, too.
[even if she wants to hate them... they're still human.]