A thousand different thoughts raced through his head. Anger and disbelief--it couldn't turn out this way, could it? A stab of fear and pain, at the idea of losing her again. Cynicism and disgust, worry, confusion--too many emotions interconnected to make sense of any one easily.
Staring back at her for a moment, mouth open slightly but no sound coming out. Vincent understood her, all too well---he'd found some reason to at least feign living again in dealing with Hojo, and then in his decision to help deal with the horror Sephiroth had become. Then he'd been pulled to Crystallis, and for all the similarities and pain and anguish here--part of him had started to live again too.
Unmoving, save for his breathing and crimson-eyes blinked at her--emotions flickering too fast across them to be understood before they were tamped down behind a wall. Waging an inner battle with himself, before getting to his feet once more. Quiet foot falls, measured pace, then kneeling to be more on her level. Reaching out and gently wiping those tears, eyes closing. Gathering courage or composure maybe, later on he wouldn't be able to tell.
"...is my face that hideous?" Low, warmth and understanding in his tone. One epiphany had struck him most with her words. She was suffering, punishing herself--and he still only wanted her happiness.
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Date: 2016-02-25 04:56 am (UTC)Staring back at her for a moment, mouth open slightly but no sound coming out. Vincent understood her, all too well---he'd found some reason to at least feign living again in dealing with Hojo, and then in his decision to help deal with the horror Sephiroth had become. Then he'd been pulled to Crystallis, and for all the similarities and pain and anguish here--part of him had started to live again too.
Unmoving, save for his breathing and crimson-eyes blinked at her--emotions flickering too fast across them to be understood before they were tamped down behind a wall. Waging an inner battle with himself, before getting to his feet once more. Quiet foot falls, measured pace, then kneeling to be more on her level. Reaching out and gently wiping those tears, eyes closing. Gathering courage or composure maybe, later on he wouldn't be able to tell.
"...is my face that hideous?" Low, warmth and understanding in his tone. One epiphany had struck him most with her words. She was suffering, punishing herself--and he still only wanted her happiness.