Highs and lows, huh…?
“Yeah, that’s… true.” It just felt… well, he wasn’t going to get into that now. He shakes his head. “I don’t know if I’ll get the chance to now, as a prisoner. But… it would have been a good idea to otherwise.”
If only, huh? If only that was happening before he did what he did.
Ah, she was offering first aid supplies…?
“That’s… kind of you to offer, I didn’t think to ask for disinfectant too. I do have my own role of bandages I asked for, but… I imagine it’ll run out sooner than later.” Damn, was he really using that many? What had it been, only a week and a half or so thus far? Though… if Suzune looks closer, she can tell it’s probably not the one on his Hand that needs that much, but the one just barely visible around his neck. …it would be pretty Bad if he got an infection here, huh? Maybe he should actually treat himself properly. “…I’ll take you up on that, though with this straitjacket, I’ll have to use the shower room to use it, if that’s… alright. I’ll return it afterwards.”
As for the harder topics… Vincent listens quietly at first, and gives a nod to her stance about redemption. He doesn’t really feel like insisting otherwise for that, because that would be… nice if it were possible, at least, even if he kind of doubts it.
But then, Suzune goes on to not only answer his question, but to share her circumstances, and Vincent’s face immediately pales even further than his already pale skin normal shows. He feels genuinely sick at the thought, given the circumstances and swallows, trying more obviously hard to stay still on purpose now. Why was she telling him this? HIM specifically…? He couldn’t understand it, but he also couldn’t give that information back, either. Because he’d been so open, huh…?
Taking only a quick breath, Vincent wastes no further time responding exactly what he thinks this time, not hiding the mild look of fear from his expression.
“Suzu- Ms. Gikou, I know this won’t mean as much as it could from me as it might another, but that isn’t your fault at all,” he says quickly, not taking the time to carefully pick his word choice like before. “[Redacted].”
He was perhaps getting a bit Too worked up about this, though, and for both of their sakes Vincent stops himself and closes his eyes before taking some proper slow breaths. In… hold…. Out slowly, repeat. After a moment, his heart rate is a little lower, and he opens his eyes again, expression now more subdued again.
“I… can imagine the grief you’re feeling at the situation, but I don’t think punishing yourself with an unforgiven verdict or anything else will help. It might feel like nothing else will, but… Time, and grief counseling is what I would suggest, not imprisonment.” Was that why Vincent had been in therapy, or was it because of something else…? Hard to say, really.
