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Vox is sort of cute, in a strange way.
Alastor doesn’t know how Vox’s physical form works. Maybe the Vees haven’t given him his body back. Maybe they can’t. Either way, he’s nestled in the soft sheets and blankets of his bed as if he can feel them anymore.
He’s so small. You could pick him up and carry him underneath your arm. Alastor drifts closer.
Even with Vox’s powers reduced, he’s still an overlord. It’s then that he looks up. Oh – Alastor’s heart punches against his chest. He was crying.
“What do you want?” Vox manages.
Alastor smiles. “You.”