“ Afraid? ” Zack almost immediately follows that up with an unamused huff, “ Yeah, you’re telling me that after you’ve already pointed a gun at me? Most people wouldn’t exactly call that a friendly greeting, y’know! ”
Still, he’d follow along; almost thankful it seemed like he’d escape this room without a fight after learning the…person he’d found sleeping inside the stone coffin he’d prodded on was still, well, alive. Zack’s instincts would still force him to give the other a respectable distance between the two of them though, with at least a few step separating him and the stranger.
“So, it kinda sounds like you’re out for your own revenge, too? Not that I can blame you. If you went through anything like what we did, then you probably had it pretty rough, too.”
That’d explain the other’s attitude, Zack mused to himself, because even Cloud had fallen back on relying on a tough attitude to get by after the fact; never mind Zack found even himself steeling his own feelings more than he’d like now days.
“ Oh! By the way, I don’t think I ever caught your name…? ”
turning his head forward once again, vincent decides it’s best to leave the surprise for what it is, giving the indication that he has something to hide. after all, “ Neither is waking up a monster. “ or in his case, a den of monsters living within, although he keeps that part out entirely, leaving up to his imagination what that might imply. the exit to the shinra manor is not too far from where they are, having seen this place and lived in it for quite awhile before he encased himself underneath it. the memories of a clean basement is home to spiders and creatures now, reminiscing silently on the way it looked in comparison to the tired setting that lies in front of them. as quiet as it is now,
the stranger keeps chatting, better for him to speak more as he has nothing to add particularly, instead hopping onto the ladder when he gets to it and hearing the last remaining words he has to say while he’s supposedly following him out of the manor. there is no intention to stay there any longer than he has to. revenge. it feels much more than that, something akin to rotten karma nipping at the heels of hojo’s eventual death. by his hand, hopefully. that was the intention, at least. if he dies otherwise, then he will be happy but in some twisted way, dissatisfied. does he want to explain something about himself ... ? something vague but with the mild interest of his audience of one? perhaps some food for thought, something to give him. morsels, as they would call them.
“ I don’t know what you went through, “ vincent starts off, drifting off into the white light of foggy memories. a woman in white. an expression unreadable within the confines of a tube. groaning and screaming in a pitch black void. blindness. the numbness and extreme blurred vision. a man’s voice he can only discern as hojo’s. lucrecia speaking so frantically, and then pain. how does he explain something so vague ... ? “ but if you had anything to do with JENOVA, we’re not the same. “ rough is not even scratching the surface. after the fatal bullet wound, it was all over for him. no one could have saved him but her ... and she chose not to. but he never blamed her, not once. it wasn’t out of malice she chose to do the things she did, there must have been something else. saving his life, perhaps, if he could think of anything.
there’s a pause, name? hm. he doesn’t recall the stranger’s either, but ... “ Vincent Valentine. Previously worked for Shinra Manufacturing in Administrative Research ... or ... the Turks. “ that should clear things up, as far as he’s concerned. “ You? “
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