Vincent stared back into her eyes. Distress, fear, anger. Even after so much time she would not understand him. There was nothing to help with. He played dumb though, maybe for once being more open minded, even if it meant to lie. To accept help he could never benefit from.
What did you do to make sure no one else would suffer like I do?! Preventing more pain would've helped a whole lot more! But y-y-you're h-here and dying and hurting and ... his tone cracked. Her pleads to help rang into his head like bells. ... how can you even help me at this point?
To Vincent, it was an honest question. He could not see how a stranded mind could provide aid in a place where nothing made sense, where nothing was truly real. Even she could have been another shape, possessed by The Watcher. He wanted to believe.
Please, get better soon. Then come back for me...promise? his own hands met Raven's, holding them as tight as he could. It would- ... i-it w-would help. stutter made it hard to understand his last words, but he hoped she would understand.
"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."
