[In the currently empty Courtroom/Projection Room]
For being the grand room at the very end of the map opposite the cells, there sure was a hell of a lot of Nothing going on in here. No, excuse him, one Single Seat and a whole lot of Nothing. Can't forget the one and only place to sit in the room.
Though it seemed like Vincent HAD somehow forgotten the one seat in the room, because clearly available seat or not, it seemed as though he'd instead opted to sit on the ground, leaning against one of the far walls to the sides of the room Anyways for whatever reason. Ok edge-lord.
…It really was hard to catch a moment of peace in this place already, huh? Even the cell doors couldn't be locked, or at the very least couldn't be by the prisoners themselves, so getting a break away from prying eyes was… difficult, to say the least. Not that Vincent would expect any less from a prison, of course, and privacy was hardly something he deserved at the moment anyways, but… Ugh. It almost made him wish there was some kind of solitary confinement he could just be thrown into already.
Finding that train of thought more than a bit useless, the large man buried his head in his arms that were propped up on his knees, and took a deep shuttering breath. He had a few moments here. A few moment to breath, to process, to… mourn, he supposed. Though even to him, it was unclear who exactly he was mourning here, be it a victim or his own life.
What a joke.
