A chat in hell.
Voltaire walks back into the room and strolls to Bex body watching him. Reaching to take the eye contraptions out. As he does, he watches Bex “what a mess you found yourself in.” He says looking around. As his wounds knit back together and he found himself whole again Bex sucked in a sharp breath as he snapped back to consciousness. It took a second before he realized he could blink, and another second to register Voltaire in front of him. “You said you needed a word with me?” He asked softly. Voltaire nods “yes, i realized this is not … Continue reading A chat in hell.