Good thing his eyes were closed, or perhaps it made things worse; visions--things he'd assumed for years were his imagination tormenting him replayed in his mind. Hojo, Lucrecia--distorted through liquid and feelings of pain, agony before passing out again, words mere sound, not anything comprehensive.
Part of his heart--small and scarred and bitter an organ it was--was proud of her. Proud of himself, as they were finally talking. Just as when they'd talked when she'd first arrived, tiny steps towards healing and closure. Silence was always Vincent's friend, his natural nature.
That he was quiet while she spoke, and he listened, and turned it all over in his mind. Teasing out angles and nuances, letting it make sense. "You saved my life..." When he hadn't been able to do the same--and yet he'd suffered even still. Further, it sounded as if he was doomed to end the world, as much as the maddened and delusional creature who had been her son at one point was attempting.
A wealth of emotions as he'd spoken heard in the low voice. Gratitude, horror, pain and confusion and sorrow. Fingers gentle and strong against her cheeks, stroking carefully.
"We need to find a way to stop this cycle." Muttered half to himself, not aware he'd spoken it until it was out. Then crimson-eyes opened, studying her as he held her face in his hands. "Thank you. For telling me. Whatever else..." Pausing, fumbling for words. "I have survived. Because of you." Another deep breath in. "We have to stop this cycle of pain though, Lucrecia..." Almost pleading, voice whisper quiet and her name said intimately.
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Date: 2016-02-25 06:21 am (UTC)Part of his heart--small and scarred and bitter an organ it was--was proud of her. Proud of himself, as they were finally talking. Just as when they'd talked when she'd first arrived, tiny steps towards healing and closure. Silence was always Vincent's friend, his natural nature.
That he was quiet while she spoke, and he listened, and turned it all over in his mind. Teasing out angles and nuances, letting it make sense. "You saved my life..." When he hadn't been able to do the same--and yet he'd suffered even still. Further, it sounded as if he was doomed to end the world, as much as the maddened and delusional creature who had been her son at one point was attempting.
A wealth of emotions as he'd spoken heard in the low voice. Gratitude, horror, pain and confusion and sorrow. Fingers gentle and strong against her cheeks, stroking carefully.
"We need to find a way to stop this cycle." Muttered half to himself, not aware he'd spoken it until it was out. Then crimson-eyes opened, studying her as he held her face in his hands. "Thank you. For telling me. Whatever else..." Pausing, fumbling for words. "I have survived. Because of you." Another deep breath in. "We have to stop this cycle of pain though, Lucrecia..." Almost pleading, voice whisper quiet and her name said intimately.