Her glare at him is fierce: even if he thinks he can escape through strands of hair cascading over both of his cheeks and inhibiting his vision, he can’t. Yuffie will not let him. He needs to stay present, stay focused, not on the hypothetical or the what-ifs, but what they can do to persevere. Is he truly so desperate for freedom that he would admit to a mercenary’s lie? Vincent has always been so great at loyalty, regardless of how many times he’s been betrayed. And she, who quite literally and figuratively reigns over deception, knows better than to ever allow him to fall for such a plot.
She knows he is struggling to hang on, that he has nearly succumbed to what remains of his turmoil, of the pain that has lingered from opportunities snatched away. And she has stolen one at this moment, even if it was but a false one. The gunslinger’s body may be strong, perhaps even eternal, but his mind is far from, and it shows in his nerves, the trembling of his skin, the quivering of his eyes.
The main threat is away, she feels, but Yuffie knows not to doubt his gauntlet: he’s ripped open bodies of plenty fiends with it, seen enough blood and innards cling to it, has even helped to scrub the metal clean. She’s always been there to help him find renewal, invigoration– can’t he see that? Why would this be any different?
Even when he falters, she’ll still be there.
「 When have I ever lied to you? 」
Even if her strength is limited, she has used it in his favor.
He is leaning, he is falling…
She has captured her own Turk, with slender arms wrapping around his frame.
♰ ┄ That voice. That was the voice that was going to save him out of this bottomless pit.
Her glare was one he hadn’t seen from her, and yet it was piercing his crimson orbs as they slowly moved until they were fixed upon that glare. His own were full of regret, pain and loss. He was lost, and he just needed to be found again. He needed to feel free and wanted again. Was that too much to ask? Was it a sin to want to be loved? He may not show such emotions, but it was something he longed for. As loyal as he may be, he just couldn’t quite find a way to get over this emotional hurdle; and slowly started to disobey orders.
Opportunities that are before him seem to slip away easily, even if it is too good to be true. Perhaps this was his fate for the rest of his life. Perhaps living a life of brooding over sins was all that was to remain for the caged man. His body continued to shiver as he remained in the same position, weakness running through his enhanced body. Small beads of sweat seeped through his skin as the weakness found itself winning the battle, taking one step further to eventually win the war within him… Not yet.
She had witnessed the monster within him - what he truly was - and yet, he was still within her company. Whenever he felt himself going under, she was there to pull him back up. She had watched as he tore apart his victims with the golden limb that was worn upon him. It was there for a purpose, and he had used it for that on many occasions. Many times during his journey, Vincent found himself constantly battling with himself.
And yet, she was always there.
❝...❞ He remained silent as he heard her question. He had no answer other than the truth. It was a heavy question for someone who nearly threw away that bond. ❝... Never.❞
He then found himself becoming defeated by the woman, her small frame wrapping around his own and embracing him. His head finally fell upon her shoulder and his body loosened from it’s tension, yet still shaking within her grasp.
❝I-I…. I apologise Yuffie… Please forgive me…❞ He silently whispered as he begged for her forgiveness, something he didn’t do very often.
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