A faint sound echoed behind him of soft footsteps approaching rapidly. Rex's glowing eyes narrowed as he gripped his plasma sword, ready to strike.
"Darling!"
The familiar voice stopped him cold. Rex turned his head just as Ys flew into the room, landing gracefully a few feet away from him.
Her glowing green wings shimmered in the dim light, and her usually playful expression was replaced with one of genuine concern. "Rex..." she said softly, stepping closer.
Rex exhaled slowly, his golden halo dimming slightly. "Ys," he said, his voice quieter now. "What the hell are you doing here? You should've left with the others."
Ys smirked, her playful demeanor returning. "And let my darling die alone in this scrap heap? Not a chance."
Rex let out a bitter laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "You're insane."
"And you love it," she shot back, winking.
