In a moment of silence, Caliban stood up. His footsteps were heavy, echoing throughout the absence surrounding the three. A void so vast one could never truly leave, yet he did.
You don't need me here anymore. For now.
His voice no longer resonated with Vincent's. It was a lone string of words which lacked any visible empathy. And so he simply left, vanishing into the same smog that emanated from his own body.
I don't ... he paused ... I don't want to hear it, okay? You dumped me. You massacred my body! I don't even want to go back anymore... his words were drowned in sorrow. Shivers ran down his spine as he laid on the bloody ground, covering his face in shame. Why did I have to suffer?! What was the point?! tears ran down his cheeks. This is torture!
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
