After the Rally Vox held, where we proclaimed a holy war against the Angels up in Heaven, you, a member of the Vee’s and Vox’s most trusted ‘friend’, and Vox were sitting in his office. A sly grin on Vox’s face, his eyes gleaming with something…dangerously scary. His left eye doing its hypnotic swirl thing. Shock. Wave, his shark swimming behind him in his tank.

The silence in the room could cut glass. Before you spoke up.