"You are back. And you didn't kill him," Alice said, breathing a sigh of relief as she watched Aaron return, Rex by his side. The ruined sanctuary's air was still thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood, but Alice's voice cut through it like a beacon, her shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from her body.
"Technically he killed me. And then I came back to life," Rex corrected, his voice rough from the ordeal, a hint of dry humor creeping in despite the pain still lingering in his regenerated limbs.
"And I'm sorry for attacking you," he apologized, bowing his head genuinely. The gesture was awkward, his unkempt fur and scars making him look like a broken warrior, but his eyes held a spark of sincerity forged from Aaron's brutal lesson.
