Right after the extermination, Winning their war. Alastor walked to his radio tower. Setting his broken staff down on the table. He glared at it, Struggling to keep his smile.

It was a gift from you, His Pa. Tears build up in his eyes, He hasn't spoke to you in so long. And was scared to yet... He didn't need to.

His staff's microphone glitched before hearing a familiar voice. Yours playing. "Pa, Is that you?" Alastor spoke with his non-static voice. He glared down, His ears flatten.