Vox didn't need help, he didn't need anyone, he'd prove that to them all, dragging himself along the street with gritted teeth. His screen was glitching, pixels falling off it and breaking onto the ground as his claws stuck into the nearby buildings. You need to survive, he scolded himself.
He'd failed, he'd deal with that later. For now, he needed to not end up passed out on the street like some idiot. He'd claw his way back to the top if he had to, but first this had to be dealt with.
Approaching the building, he knocked on the door. When the person opened it, he managed out in the most pleading voice he could muster, "help me, please."
".........!" The sight was enough to send a jolt through the other's spine....Able reached out and quickly caught the other, throwing the fallen overlord's arm over his shoulder, and scooping him up bridal style. "Isaac, HELP!" He called out, bringing Vox inside, the door closing behind him with a slam.. not a second of hesitation, not a moment of pause. "Yes I know how you FEEL about him but this is not about how you feel, it's about ME ASKING YOU TO HELP!" Isaac was soon helping Able lay Vox down on Able's bed, already doing what he could to help stabilize the overlord. Able frowned, and moved to hold one of Vox's hands. "I'm here..."
