A city explode? [More precisely:] Our city, dying in solar melt? And then all of Runeterra following, and all of the dark expanse beyond it.

[Searching Silco's expression for any recognition, Jayce continues,] I don't have the explain the improbability of two men in our situation who also just happened to share the same dream. [An emphasis on that last word; his fear of its misattribution lingering on his tongue. It couldn't be a dream, could it? He was looking at minuscule odds.]

There has to be a mechanism in action. You and I — it can't be a coincidence that we're both here.