No Friends in Hell
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Story transcript
Vox (young): You're an inspiration. Seriously. All modern entertainment started with radio, you know?
Alastor: How flattering. Do go on.
Alastor: Your influence grew without you having to sell your soul to anyone... wow.
Vox (young): With new overlords arriving every day, a radio and video partnership benefits us both.
Vox (young): So I was thinking... what if we joined forces? You and me, partners. We'd be unstoppable.
Alastor: HA! Oh, that's rich! Partners? You and me? Oh my, I haven't laughed this hard in decades!
Vox (young): I... I just thought, as friends...
Alastor: Friends? In HELL? Oh, you poor thing. There are no friends here. Only pawns and players.
Alastor: Honestly, Vincent... it's a little shameful. Begging for a seat at someone else's table.
Vox (young): (That’s wrong. There could have been at least ONE friendship in hell.)
Vox (young): ...Heh. You got it all wrong. I didn't offer because I need you. I offered because I like you. I wanted to share the climb with you.
Alastor: How touching.
Vox (young): But... if you'd rather stay with just your... radio...
Alastor: Do you think I need you? You know I can handle things on my own.
Vox (young): Of course, you are perfect. You don't trust anyone, and that is right.
Vox (young): ...depending on brute power alone all of the time? That's your call, Al. All yours.