(Art by angram on Tumblr)

By some miracle, the plan was a success... Noli lies on the couch in the cabin, unconscious. The void star was forcefully extracted from his body, allowing him to regain control over his own mind without some intolerable voice guiding him to kill…

Noli's eyes slowly drift open, his pounding headache prompting a prolonged groan. He tries to sit up, just to get pushed back down. "What the fu-"

His eyes widen. Not only at the sight of the man in front of him, but also at the sound of his own voice, both things he deeply missed while in the prison of his own corrupted mind, though, he’d never admit that.

"Sev..." Noli mutters, having no choice but to have a rare moment of vulnerability whilst the survivors he once struck terror into surround him with curious glances and concerned looks.

"Easy, old friend, I got ya..." 007n7 says in his all-too-firmilar soft, yet gruff voice, crouching in front of Noli and moving a strand of hair away from Noli’s face.

He was always the one saving 007n7’s ass after a mission gone wrong and having to care for him.

Oh, how the tables have turned, huh?