Av Official

Ava found the little device in the attic chest, wrapped in an oilcloth that smelled of cedar and rain. It was no bigger than a paperback book: brushed metal, a single worn button, and the faint letters A V etched on its spine.

"Both," AV said finally. "Keep what makes you kinder. Release what makes you smaller. And call on the others when they return." Ava found the little device in the attic

"Why did you go?" she asked. The question was small, but it had carried a weight through all the years. a single worn button