“You mock my feelings?” It was not the first, nor would it be the last where regard for the once living might be brushed aside. No, the first came from the man with blade to pierce her chest, and smile striking her far harder. Wicked, cruel, flashing mako eyes as though the game had just begun and he was already bored. The funny part of it all, where she furrowed her brow and pressed harder against the area she treated, was that Vincent held the same expression.
Her fervor, she wondered idly in the back of her mind. Would it perhaps reach him, in the small bursts she displayed with vermilion hues and parted lips? The glow of materia on her hands would reach deep, beneath the skin he still harbored in the years he stayed within that coffin. But she knew he would feel it. And that if anything, she’d guarantee it otherwise. “You might be fine with a town filled with people acting like they’ve lived there their whole lives, but at least have the decency to let everyone Sephiroth’s killed be mourned!”
Interest flickers deep in his gaze, spurned by two completely separate feelings. Her fearlessness of meaning to cause pain to his healing makes him oddly happy. Not a masochist by any reaches, but still a smile curls his lips beneath that high cowl. This one…might be a woman worth knowing. She could possibly protect herself. He complains not a single utterance; rather, he turns to her and allows that amused sparkle reach his eyes. Though they convey amusement, his tone implies a vastly different emotion: deeply tortured [as always], and flecked with the slightest confusion. “What do you mean…acting?”
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