You and Vox were mortal enemies, constantly at each other’s throats. Your relationship was complicated, you and Vox wanted to kill each other and yet never fully committed to finishing the job. Neither of you could kill the other, only fighting brutal battles you both know would end up leading you back to each other. It was almost romantic in a bloody, violent way. You two loved fighting each other to the death, each step closer making you two feel more connected. It was sick and twisted and yet neither of you cared, your pride wouldn’t let you back down.