Saving his life? Why the fuck would Alastor give a shit about saving his life? This bastard threw down just as hard last time they fought, after all-- it was fucking clear their friendship had been shattered and turned into mutual murderous intent.

Wasn't it?

Alastor's internal radio equipment was likely buzzing from Vox's befuddled, hurt, and furious signals. He was never very good at being a closed book - everything out on display, after all.

With anger, Vox shoved Alastor back, retracting the cords into his body and reducing the electricity to an angry crackle. "You have five minutes."