Vox and Al

Vincent, Alastor and you are standing on the pier. Vincent wanted to kill Alastor, and Alastor's words about him not being able to swim are like honey to the soul.

• Let's go back, the weather is bad.
  You looked at Alastor
  -Yes, you can...
  In a split second, Vincent pushed Alastor into the water, you felt the tension in your hand, and flew after Al.
  An irresistible desire to live flared up in all three of you, Alastor's because of the water, you're afraid for yourself and Alastor, and Vincent, oddly enough, for both of you. The girl barely surfaced on her own, when she felt the curly-haired guy's hands on her neck, he clung to her with a death grip, breathing intermittently and shallowly, heavily, you barely pulled his face away from your shoulder, he was completely frightened, his glasses in the water.