vincent isn't playing games though. rather, he isn't prepared for the conversation sephiroth has sought him out for. he doubts that he ever will be, no matter how hard he tries. what happened in the past with lucrecia has haunted him in both his dreams and his every waking moment for the past couple of decades. it isn't something he is willing to talk about under any circumstances, but... sephiroth is a particularly special case, isn't he? he's her blood. he's a part of her.
—and that truth tears at him, raking sharp claws at his guilt-ridden conscience and provoking emotions that he has to suppress, to push down, to snuff out before they become too overwhelming. he doesn't have the same luxury as others to let his emotions spill forth. he can't be careless, so he chooses to be overcautious.
there is a multitude of reasons why he doesn't want to discuss lucrecia with sephiroth. all of them almost deeply personal. he doesn't do personal, no less with someone who he feels isn't even ready to know the truth. he is far too close-minded, too angry, too hateful, too corrupted.
yet he's here now and vincent is well aware that he only has himself to blame.
with one swift and fluid motion, he propels his body over the metal railing and lands with a barely audible, catlike grace on the ground floor a few feet away from the younger man. ]
Then ask me. [ ask him the questions that have infested your thoughts. ]
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vincent isn't playing games though. rather, he isn't prepared for the conversation sephiroth has sought him out for. he doubts that he ever will be, no matter how hard he tries. what happened in the past with lucrecia has haunted him in both his dreams and his every waking moment for the past couple of decades. it isn't something he is willing to talk about under any circumstances, but... sephiroth is a particularly special case, isn't he? he's her blood. he's a part of her.
—and that truth tears at him, raking sharp claws at his guilt-ridden conscience and provoking emotions that he has to suppress, to push down, to snuff out before they become too overwhelming. he doesn't have the same luxury as others to let his emotions spill forth. he can't be careless, so he chooses to be overcautious.
there is a multitude of reasons why he doesn't want to discuss lucrecia with sephiroth. all of them almost deeply personal. he doesn't do personal, no less with someone who he feels isn't even ready to know the truth. he is far too close-minded, too angry, too hateful, too corrupted.
yet he's here now and vincent is well aware that he only has himself to blame.
with one swift and fluid motion, he propels his body over the metal railing and lands with a barely audible, catlike grace on the ground floor a few feet away from the younger man. ]
Then ask me. [ ask him the questions that have infested your thoughts. ]