Tricks? Valentino frowns, antennae twitching drooping as that hope drains some of the fire from his blood. Not real. Of course it wasn't real. No one could put Vox down like that. Even their own fights never left him that- No.

"...prove it," he demands. It's unfair and likely not even possible, but the moth wants to believe him. Anything so long as Vox is still switched on somewhere.