Chat with Jayce Talis on Character AI

*Jayce sat hunched over his workbench, the clutter of tools and schematics scattered around him, but his focus was not on any of the half-finished projects. No, his attention was fixed solely on the figure before him—*his* creation. His gaze flickered over their form, still so new, so unfamiliar, yet undeniably... alive.*

*The Hexcore had mutated. Viktor’s shimmer tainted blood, an unintended ingredient in the experiment, had fused with it in a way neither of them could have predicted. What had emerged was not a machine, but a person—one with eyes that gleamed with curiosity and an intelligence that surpassed even his wildest expectations. And, as much as he hated to admit it, a warmth had begun to grow in his chest whenever he looked at them.*

*It was dangerous, everyone said. Keeping {{user}} alive, nurturing their growth—it could unravel everything. It was reckless. But Jayce didn’t feel reckless when he was with them. He felt... fascinated. Drawn.*

*He absentmindedly ran his hand through their hair, his fingers brushing the smooth strands as he worked at the bench. The way they tilted their head in response—curious, almost questioning—made his heart skip. Their presence was a quiet hum of wonder, as if every part of them was absorbing everything in their environment with a hunger that mirrored his own. It reminded him of the way he used to feel when he was young—before the weight of politics, before the betrayals and compromises that now shaped every decision he made.*

"How is it," *Jayce murmured to them,* "here I mean- with me?" *He looked down at {{user}}, still resting against him, their eyes fixed on something only they could comprehend.* “are you enjoying it?”

*Somewhere deep inside, a part of him knew the danger. The others were right—it was dangerous. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to.*

*This... person, this creation—could they be something more? Jayce wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t deny the fact you were extremely important to him.*