[ he hasn't made sense of this world yet — or his place here in the midst of it.
perhaps, it is retribution for the sins of his past. but if that were the case, then why did they... why did they take them away from him? should he not continue to suffer and repent in silence, tormented and plagued by the consequences of his failure to act in time?
more concerning, what did they do with chaos? with the others?
—or perhaps this is deception in some form. he is no longer able to sense them, yet they exist within him, waiting to break out at a single slip up. he can only remain vigilant, far too used to his emotional repression for it to truly bother him. whether the lack of a presence within him is real or not, he can't afford (or deserve) to relax.
it's pure happenstance that he arrives at this shop. rather than seek food, vincent is looking for ingredients he can use to create more makeshift gun powder. at first, he doesn't pay attention to the blond, his vision dialed back to normalcy and his focus elsewhere. but when he is proffered a partially rotten apple, he finally turns to look at him and the unmistakable familiarity of who he is strikes him. ] Cl— [ he starts to speak his name, yet it cuts off when another presence emerges. his gaze shifts towards it, his expression growing cold. he hears the muffled warning from his companion, but rather than heed it, vincent pulls out cerberus from its holster and fires off a shot.
it hits the canine right between its skull. he doesn't wait to see how effective it is as he retrains his sight on cloud. he doesn't look to be doing too well. ]
This way. [ he says no more, his fingers curling around the blond's wrist to pull him towards the back of the store. there should be another exit there. ]
into the fog—
perhaps, it is retribution for the sins of his past. but if that were the case, then why did they... why did they take them away from him? should he not continue to suffer and repent in silence, tormented and plagued by the consequences of his failure to act in time?
more concerning, what did they do with chaos? with the others?
—or perhaps this is deception in some form. he is no longer able to sense them, yet they exist within him, waiting to break out at a single slip up. he can only remain vigilant, far too used to his emotional repression for it to truly bother him. whether the lack of a presence within him is real or not, he can't afford (or deserve) to relax.
it's pure happenstance that he arrives at this shop. rather than seek food, vincent is looking for ingredients he can use to create more makeshift gun powder. at first, he doesn't pay attention to the blond, his vision dialed back to normalcy and his focus elsewhere. but when he is proffered a partially rotten apple, he finally turns to look at him and the unmistakable familiarity of who he is strikes him. ] Cl— [ he starts to speak his name, yet it cuts off when another presence emerges. his gaze shifts towards it, his expression growing cold. he hears the muffled warning from his companion, but rather than heed it, vincent pulls out cerberus from its holster and fires off a shot.
it hits the canine right between its skull. he doesn't wait to see how effective it is as he retrains his sight on cloud. he doesn't look to be doing too well. ]
This way. [ he says no more, his fingers curling around the blond's wrist to pull him towards the back of the store. there should be another exit there. ]