His yell was answered by a wide-eyed stare. He doesn’t know…
What a thing to explain. Hopefully he wouldn’t be as unnerved as she had been when learning the truth. “…Vincent,” Alice said slowly, “…the people here…they have clocks for hearts.”
“The ticking you hear is their heartbeats.”
What’s more, how on earth could he hear the ticking from this distance? The only way Alice had been able to hear it was with her ear against their chest…
There is a l o n g silence. “…Clocks,” he says finally. Sharp crimson eyes quickly avert themselves from anywhere near her. If a clock is heartbeat… ’I shouldn’t be able to hear them…right?‘ Turning more fully from her, his shoulders tense with the weight of judgment. How c a r e l e s s of him. ’You’re becoming soft, Vincent Valentine.’ He speaks quietly. “And so…you’re special because yours…goes thump-thump instead of…tick…tock…tick? I wonder…”
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