[he certainly wanted to. god, did he want nothing more than to break that delicate face until no amount of medical assistance could ever truly repair it. the proper reaction to pain had always been violence in his world, and in this moment he isn't sure if he's ever felt more hurt than right now.
but the epiphany that had been forced upon him earlier still lingers with Vincent now. as he stares deep into this once-familiar emerald eyes, he knows that lashing out now would only serve to make himself more sick. it would be affirming the mockery that all their previous fights had truly been, making an emotional fool out of himself for no gain whatsoever. violence now would only be as hollow as the rest of their relationship had been.
it seems that Kit had stolen even this from him with his actions. how fitting.
no matter what he did now, he knew that Kurama would use it as fuel to further his consequenceless guilt. his former self had the same habit, and he could tell by the set of the other boy's jaw that it was an inherited trait. whatever he did or said, his former companion would sit and allow it to eat away at himself without ever acting on it, as if feeling bad were enough to justify his actions. it wouldn't change anything. he'd continue doing as he pleased all the same.
that loathsome thought is almost enough to prompt him to relinquish the keys, but at the last second they swung up to be encircled by his fist, hand hovering a few inches from Kurama's outstretched own. he could justify it by saying he wanted to be able to send his bandmates to retrieve his things sometime in the future, but Vincent knew better. what he wanted was a memento, a constant reminder of the costliest mistake he'd ever made.
they stand in silence for a long moment before he finally speaks up, his words low and burning.]
He deserved to believe in something better than you.
[not Kit. Kit had gotten exactly what he'd wanted out of all of this. the person that he was speaking of was none other than Hiei, the boy in his visions and this thing's partner in another life.
sympathy had never really crossed his thoughts throughout all of the memories he'd experienced, no matter how visceral they'd been. but looking at the only thing that, to Vincent's knowledge, the demon had ever cherished and trusted, he can't help but feel it welling up inside him.
Hiei possessed nothing. no past, no affection, no future. his life had been bleak from beginning to end, with a single bright spot in all of that futility - Kurama. even someone as bloodthirsty and vicious didn't deserve that. the least the world could have done was provide him with something truly worth believing in.]
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but the epiphany that had been forced upon him earlier still lingers with Vincent now. as he stares deep into this once-familiar emerald eyes, he knows that lashing out now would only serve to make himself more sick. it would be affirming the mockery that all their previous fights had truly been, making an emotional fool out of himself for no gain whatsoever. violence now would only be as hollow as the rest of their relationship had been.
it seems that Kit had stolen even this from him with his actions. how fitting.
no matter what he did now, he knew that Kurama would use it as fuel to further his consequenceless guilt. his former self had the same habit, and he could tell by the set of the other boy's jaw that it was an inherited trait. whatever he did or said, his former companion would sit and allow it to eat away at himself without ever acting on it, as if feeling bad were enough to justify his actions. it wouldn't change anything. he'd continue doing as he pleased all the same.
that loathsome thought is almost enough to prompt him to relinquish the keys, but at the last second they swung up to be encircled by his fist, hand hovering a few inches from Kurama's outstretched own. he could justify it by saying he wanted to be able to send his bandmates to retrieve his things sometime in the future, but Vincent knew better. what he wanted was a memento, a constant reminder of the costliest mistake he'd ever made.
they stand in silence for a long moment before he finally speaks up, his words low and burning.]
He deserved to believe in something better than you.
[not Kit. Kit had gotten exactly what he'd wanted out of all of this. the person that he was speaking of was none other than Hiei, the boy in his visions and this thing's partner in another life.
sympathy had never really crossed his thoughts throughout all of the memories he'd experienced, no matter how visceral they'd been. but looking at the only thing that, to Vincent's knowledge, the demon had ever cherished and trusted, he can't help but feel it welling up inside him.
Hiei possessed nothing. no past, no affection, no future. his life had been bleak from beginning to end, with a single bright spot in all of that futility - Kurama. even someone as bloodthirsty and vicious didn't deserve that. the least the world could have done was provide him with something truly worth believing in.]