Vincent's eyes are blue, he thinks. Were blue, before he lost them.
Maybe that's what he'll do.
Yes.
"Listen," he says, ducking down enough to meet their eyes under the edge of their hood. "I'm going to take you to see my friend. We can talk there. You aren't in trouble, but there are a lot of questions I need answered."
Which he thinks is important to say, now, with how he has decided this thing is not a monster in disguise. Even calling it a brab'ja would be giving it too much credit, too much agency as an individual. He doesn't know how to explain it, but Vincent is smart when it comes to people, so maybe he can find an answer there.
The direction is very assuring. It resonates through his entire person, a flickering candle now burning with a steady flame. He's back to holding Phalanx's hand.
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Maybe that's what he'll do.
Yes.
"Listen," he says, ducking down enough to meet their eyes under the edge of their hood. "I'm going to take you to see my friend. We can talk there. You aren't in trouble, but there are a lot of questions I need answered."
Which he thinks is important to say, now, with how he has decided this thing is not a monster in disguise. Even calling it a brab'ja would be giving it too much credit, too much agency as an individual. He doesn't know how to explain it, but Vincent is smart when it comes to people, so maybe he can find an answer there.
The direction is very assuring. It resonates through his entire person, a flickering candle now burning with a steady flame. He's back to holding Phalanx's hand.
"Do you understand?"