[Even before scalpels, bullets, and needles pierced Vincent's flesh, he doesn't think he'd ever been very good at this. Maybe that's why he failed to reach out to Lucrecia proper, to prevent her from following through with the Jenova Project; never the right words, the right empathy, the right anything. Despite his age, he has no words of wisdom to share, not really.
Still, he can't help but feel he should have done more. Here, the Temple of the Ancients, something. Things Cloud does not yet know.
He stands outside of Cloud's door, hesitating, staring right at it. No hand is drawn up to even knock, Vincent is simply just looking at the door, trying to consider what he would even say. "Sorry that happened" is hardly helpful. "Sorry I wasn't there" means nothing. Apologies in general won't help.
This is a mistake, probably.
Vincent closes his eyes, then turns his head away. He should just leave. Everyone is in one piece now, that will have to be enough.]
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Date: 2024-08-01 09:26 pm (UTC)Still, he can't help but feel he should have done more. Here, the Temple of the Ancients, something. Things Cloud does not yet know.
He stands outside of Cloud's door, hesitating, staring right at it. No hand is drawn up to even knock, Vincent is simply just looking at the door, trying to consider what he would even say. "Sorry that happened" is hardly helpful. "Sorry I wasn't there" means nothing. Apologies in general won't help.
This is a mistake, probably.
Vincent closes his eyes, then turns his head away. He should just leave. Everyone is in one piece now, that will have to be enough.]