The Nightmare Begins

“You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection.”

🐤 (pick any muse)

"Playing it safe isn't entirely out of my wheelhouse, but I get what you mean." Truthfully, there was a little part of Devil that would've preferred to wait on it, to get his bearings, maybe to make peace with the possibility of what he was going to witness.

Vincent remained silent as the mutant considered things. Personally he knew he would never be able to prepare himself for anything he'd find in a laboratory no matter how much time would elapse and so he simply shoved any potential feelings under a rock. Or perhaps he was still too emotionally numb.

"I won't know until I see it myself," Devil hummed as he leaned further into his chair. A hand sat absently on the lip of his coffee mug, thin leather tapping a pattern into ceramic. His lips parted to offer some more wisdom, but a knock on the door interrupted him.

He nodded to the waitress ignoring the flirtation, used to it by now and uncaring. What business was it of his? Considering the question, Vincent took a bite of the dessert. It was clear it was more out of habit rather than any desire for it as his thoughts lingered elsewhere.