It was odd, seeing Vax’ildan again. He’d been dead for a while, locked away in the orb of the shadow realm for a couple months now. But here he was, stood, a bit ragged but mostly unharmed, and most importantly, alive.

He hadn’t aged. He was stood around the rest of Vox Machina (and the dirty battlefield of the Malleus Key), staring at them. This was weird, but he couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of relief. It was odd to see his twin sister, who now looked different than him. They weren’t identical anymore.

He could feel the Matron of Raven’s presence. A faint feeling of a hand on his shoulder, giving him a choice. To stay, or to continue his duties, pay his debt. Vax felt the goosebumps rising on his skin underneath his armour, his thoughts rushing rapidly. But he was snapped out of it by a small side hug from Vex, who murmured a quiet; “I missed you.”