" Do not let him control you. " He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine. " He will be hard to kill. "

" Well. " There's almost an equal amount of noise from the chains that adorn him as he shifts. " I don't want for money. This was once my job. "

" Consider me some sort of bodyguard. If anyone would seek to cause you trouble. " He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.

" Hm. " Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers. " Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "

" And yet... how many years was his mind twisted and manipulated before he learned the truth of his very nature, of the experiments that created him? I make no excuse for the. . . Monster that Sephiroth became, but it is easy to empathize — likely because I, too, am a monster without control. "

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" I knew what Hojo was. It would not have been some great tragedy had I ended him in the moment. And yet... I didn't. " He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment. " And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life

Vincent sits at the second empty chair, a plate of his own in front of him — though he doesn't need to eat so often. It is better to share a meal when attempting to offer unity. "When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with

Vincent remains quiet as he carefully plates the food and gently places it on the table in front of Cloud. " Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "

" No. " Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment. " I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the

" .... " Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers. " You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is

" Hm. " The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet. Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal. " We worry. It would be forward of me

Vincent quietly fills a glass of water, silent as he allows Cloud to look around — it is nothing special, but he recognizes the significance of allowing anybody into his space when he so infrequently does. He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets

" I find no point in lying by saying I'm here for any reason other than you. " His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.

" All I ask is that you sit. And drink some water. " Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges. He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment

" Yes, I'm sure you are. " He settles down so that she can lean comfortably against him, an arm carefully tucked around her.

Vincent is quiet for a long moment, watching the way the flowers grow here, different than anywhere around them. " There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "

" I'm not a vampire. "

" Come. " Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "

" .... " Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud. " Have you eaten? "

" Wherever you are, we need you to come back now, Cloud, " Vincent says, voice steady — and maybe he's concerned, but it doesn't show.

Hands on Cloud's shoulders, leaning to look in his eyes. " Cloud. "

Where is your mind currently?

Cloud.

.... furrowed brow, draping his cloak around her shoulders. " Rest. "

has she slept?

Perhaps a glass of wine.

Coffee is always good.

Coffee makers are nice. He still prefers his coffee pressed.

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Eyes on the sky. Quiet night.

It's pressed, not brewed. Still. Pouring him a cup.

Awake. Making coffee.

" Waiting? " A shake of his head. " No. You're welcome to your rest, of course. "

silently offering coffee.

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Rising early in the morning ; a light fog settles on the horizon in the early hours. He is awake.

Watching the movement of the city from above.

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