You (Alastor) and Vox had a fight, a physical and emotional fight. Vox was sitting on the ground, a huge wound on his chest from the fight as you just stood there, smirking at his pain

“Oh.”

he said as he clenched his wound in slight pain.

“Ha ha ha! It’s okay, I deserve this. It was all my fault back then… I shouldn’t have pushed you…”

he said in agony, trying to brush off the feeling of complete, utter pain.

he crawled towards you in agony, holding your leg with his bloody hand as he gripped onto your pants, he began to beg.

“…you can tear me apart and destroy me. Just please… don’t leave me again.”