[So, neither of them would deny that Vincent had gotten crazy, beginning from the moment he'd jumped up at the word "fight." But everything Vincent had done had seemed to make so much sense at the time, it had been a seamless transition from casual sparring to brutal, gleeful aggression that just seemed to fit the other man. Irahl had seen glimpses of it before; he himself had been the one to make the suggestion after seeing his friend's hands begin to turn into claws. To him, nothing that could be pinned on Vincent had come as a surprise.
The whole thing had been Irahl's idea in the first place, (even if he'd originally meant to fight later,) and almost every escalation had been his fault.
So, he repeats his vague statement from before, with a little bit of elaboration.]
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The whole thing had been Irahl's idea in the first place, (even if he'd originally meant to fight later,) and almost every escalation had been his fault.
So, he repeats his vague statement from before, with a little bit of elaboration.]
It happens. You were just playing along.