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He embraced her with a saccharine smile, kissing her neck and ears.

        There was something very eerie and off about that man that entered the Nightray state, Vincent could tell. Those horrid, ugly crimson eyes were a warning, that just like him, that man was trouble. And because of that, perhaps he could help him.

        Still, he was desperate. It had been some time since he arrived at that strange time, and even though the Nightrays had adopted him, he still felt very lonely and worried about Gilbert.

        Several days (or was it weeks?) had passed ever since the trio had gone into the woods, traveling around whilst the benders perfect their techniques. He was STARVING. Sokka needed meat for his well-being. And with that being so, he wandered off alone to hunt for something that he’d appreciate eating, his mighty boomerang in hands.

        And then, he saw a girl from afar. He quietly approached her enough, curious as he was, only to identify she was the crazy fire girl who wanted to kill them.

        “Oh, crap ––“, he blurted out unconsciously, hoping she hadn’t noticed him.

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        “But you don’t have any of the normal outward symptoms of the plague, your skin looks as nice as it always does, and what I can see of your neck nothing is swollen….” Moving her hand down from his cheek to run along his neck to see if she felt anything, once again her knowledge of all things occult and weird were making things difficult for Vincent.

        Why wasn’t she afraid?? Why wouldn’t she move away? Why would she touch someone with the plague? The more he knew this woman, the more insane and annoying she seemed. 

        “Wha– I mean, I believe Gilbert was back at the main manor when I left to meet you here, but I don’t know how long it would take to bring him back here if he hasn’t gone home by then. If you’re this ill wouldn’t getting you to a doctor be a better course of action?” Placing a hand on Vincent’s cheek out of concern for his sudden change in health, Ada wasn’t used to having to care for someone who was ill and she hadn’t expected Vincent to ask such a time consuming request of her.

        “It’s no use.. You see  — “, he looked around, unsure of what it was that he had. It needed to be something bad, to make her afraid. “It’s the plague, no doctor will help me.”

        He flinched as she touched his cheek, coughing loudly hoping it would scare her away from putting her hands on him and finding out he wasn’t actually sick or hipertermical. 

        It was strange, since Vincent hadn’t displayed a cough or anything else since they arrived at the secondary Vessalius manor that she and Vincent sometimes went to spend time at, and only after Ada kissed his cheek just a few moments ago. But still, if him feeling under the weather was legitimate, Ada still wanted to do what she could to make him more comfortable.

        “What is the one wish Vincent?”

       “Gil... Bring him, quick...” He spoke in a suddenly hoarse voice, as if he was starting to feel out of breathe. “I must tell him that I love him — .”

        “Really? But you don’t sound like you’re having a hard time breathing or anything. We can make some tea for you if it would help you, and I keep medicine at this house if you need it too” You just activated her taking care of him mode Vincent.

        He coughed loudly and dramatically — in a rather convincing way, as he had always been a good actor. If only he was home, he ought to have a person in the basement he could use the blood to fake an internal bleed.