When you're smurfing and winning your final promo game.

"What are we to do?" asked the Support, with the young Adc still clutching her furs.

"I'd leave", said Ryze.

He knew if they stayed, the trolls would descend on the them come nightfall, leaving none alive. And outside the promos, worse dangers lurked.

"Can't we come with you?" called the young Adc.

Ryze paused. Part of him - a vestige of irrational compassion deep within - screamed. Take them. Protect them. Forget about the rest of the League.

But he knew he couldn't. Ryze trudged into the deep Silver snow, choosing not to look back at the faces of those he was leaving. For these were the faces of the dead, and his business was with those who could still be saved.

From Ryze's lore.