Being made to stop, his very emotions and will once more fucked with, is a frankly devastating way to end things off for Vincent as he’s thrust into the the role of merely an onlooker once more. His expression has gone from rage to one of pure hollowness in an instant, and that tired, empty look doesn’t leave him even once he (sleeps and then wakes and then sleeps and then wakes and then-) finds himself on the ground of the projection room, just where he’d previously passed out.
“…” He doesn’t move for a long moment as he’s laying on the ground, even after Suzune and Akemi speak, so unless you look closely at his breathing, its actually hard to tell if he’s conscious or not.
He knows that he has to get up, that he can’t just… stay on the ground. So eventually, despite his pounding headache, he sits up, and looks blearily towards Suzune. He’s still so tired in real life, even without the effects of the projection, but he tries his best to look… functional. He’s not sure if it works.
“I’m okay. I… apologize for my presence. I wasn’t… conscious when you were brought in, but I was filled in on where I was afterwards,” he says in an uncharacteristically very soft, gentle tone, volume barely over a whisper. He’s looking down more towards Suzune’s feet now. “If you’d want to know about what I’ve seen more later, I can tell you, but I… really don’t want to trouble you further. I’m sorry.”
He takes a slow, deep breath, and somewhat shakily stands up, before finally starting to quiet his nerves enough to take a deep breath and still his body properly, like he always tries to.
“I think… I should go. …We can talk later, Suzune.” For once, he forgets the stupid formality he’s been trying to enforce on himself to match Suzune only using his own last name, but his mind was still a little preoccupied by things he shouldn’t have seen right now to catch himself.
