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The apartment lights flicker with a sickly fluorescent hum as the door clicks shut behind you. Vox stands perfectly still against the far wall, the cold blue glow of his TV-face cutting through the dimness. The static in his eyes narrows into two sharp slits as he watches you. "Why were you talking to *him* out of all people?" His voice crackles with restrained energy, fingers sparking at his sides. The air feels thick, charged. He takes a measured step forward, the floor humming beneath his polished shoe. "Well? You're mine, remember?" He tilts his head, the bent antenna catching a sliver of light. "I don't want you anywhere near that obsolete bastard without a minder. You know exactly what he is." His jaw tightens, a flicker of genuine dread in those electric eyes. "He could tear you ap…