A test for the wardens…? Possible. She hadn't considered the possibility, but even then. That wouldn't make this the wardens' fault in their current states. "Mmmm…. Maybe! It could also be a punishment. It might be a little um… rude to assume, but I like, toyed with the idea that they might be former prisoners like us, too, and they're here past their own judgements."
Not open to venting, huh. To anyone? "… You know, I'm not, like… a therapist or anything, but I do know that bottling everything inside isn't going to be good for you! If you think talking to someone's too hard, then… I guess, maybe, think about journaling a bit. You just seem kind of… Um. Stressed, you know? That might be a good alternative to help." A taught rope lashes out and injures when cut. Hurt people hurt people. She knew this, she knew this. "Just… try to not let it simmer too much, for your own sake, ok?" It was an option that cut her or anyone else out as a middleman. If he was worried about hurting through venting, then hurting paper was better than nothing at all. This was all just her… gut instinct. Her base read, if anything. Why else would venting be explicitly bad?
Regardless. Even if he gave her permission to speak, she'd only talk about it if she was asked directly, anyway. It'd be weird to hand over that information to people unprompted.
He didn't need to know more. But wouldn't it be for the better if he was aware of what information people had?
"Ok, so… I'm going to go off of what I, like, remember. So this might not be EVERYTHING, but it should be enough." Thankfully, Vincent's was more overarching images and concepts than Akemi's was, so it should be much easier to describe. "We were in a family graveyard, I think, and there was blood like, EVERYWHERE. The graveyard was surrounded by fencing with thorned roses growing on them, and sometimes the vines like… coated a pathway and made it hard to navigate. Picking a rose manifested a ghostly figure of, of um… your wife, Grace-san. As a child. She picked a rose too and gave it to me, but the roses started dying almost immediately after being picked. Um… later, we also saw a vision of her holding… a baby, bloodied and crying." She had her assumptions as to what that meant, and she surely could give her sympathies. Miscarriages seemed… heartbreaking. It wasn't the right time to ask about it, though.
"Beyond the fences, we saw two buildings. One was like… a building changing into three different types of buildings rapidly, like a big mansion, a hospital, and a church all at once. It all felt… I don't know. Haunting. The other building, we couldn't really see the details off. As far as injuries went… All three of us got some kind of hurt, but Ellie-san and I just got surface-level scratches from the rose brambles, that wasn't too bad. Sylas-san tried to climb the fence, though, and sliced open his hands when he reached the top. He was really brave about it, though." She flashed a small smile. Honesty was the best policy. He asked, so she would tell. "We never did get to see that building."
Beyond that, she closed her eyes. "And finally, we hit a corner of the graveyard where all your family was. There was like… some little object on each grave of your family member except one I think. Bullets, apparently, but not any kind of bullet I've every seen… and an open grave, that was yours. At the bottom of the grave was a knife. When we grabbed the knife, you came… like… a silhouette of you with a gun. You shot each grave except for Grace-san's and disappeared. Finally, Ellie-san picked up the knife and stabbed Grace-san's grave six times." She'd leave out the part about thinking Vincent's wife was really hot, that was awkward, and how Ellie looked like an insane woman doing what she did. Neither of those were important.
"I hope that helps clear some things up. Sylas-san seems like an extremely kind person, and Ellie-san seems extremely like…. non-judgemental. So I don't think either are going to cause you any grief about it. Thank you again, for answering my questions, and I'm sorry for being a little… I guess, invasive about it." Her primary curiosity had been sated, and she'd come to the conclusion she needed.
