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from one chronically anxious person to another: the world is not going to go up in flames. What happens will be more slow, more bureaucratic, more boring. There is no catastrophe to end all catastrophes, no rapture, no sudden end. You can't give into the call of the void, because there is no void. So you just have to do the work to make tomorrow a better place, anyway. Because that's how it gets better.
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Jayce being doomed to die in the snowstorm before his life even began, and Viktor taking pity upon him, making sure his death never comes to pass. Viktor being doomed to die a slow death that robs him the chance to build the world he wants, and Jayce moving heavens & earth to bring him back. Jayce is self-annihilating and Viktor is self-replicating; their love is flawless, exquisite chaos.
If Jayce doesn't die in the snowstorm he dies of suicide. if his suicide is averted he will get himself infected by the hexcore and then its terminal anyway. Neither of them is supposed to live but they will undoom this narrative with their own hands.
at the end of the universe Viktor could have chosen to simply close the cycle and never perpetuate what has happened but he WANTS Jayce to live, even though he knows exactly how bad things can become, he wants him to have a chance at making their life something worth living for. breaking the balance of life and death because its You.
(something about how a God can only exist through the faith of a true believer and they were that, for each other)
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