“I want you to clear the world of my existence.”
So Leo wasn’t the only one, who had made someone suffer merely because they lived? Vincent too weighed this heavy burden. He too wanted to wipe out his very existence.
Yet, this man also claims that Leo is chosen to be Glen? Leo didn’t want to accept it at first, but it would explain why he saw the things he saw—those shadowy figures and flecks of golden light—why he heard the things he heard—voices upon voices whispering to him, telling him strange things. It all made sense now. He was Glen. That’s why Elliot died, because he was Glen.
I guess I don’t have much to lose now. It’s all gone. All I have is this fate. There's no use hiding anymore. Which is why he asked Vincent to cut his hair, he was done hiding from the world—he would face it for what it was.
The noirette shivered at the touch as Vincent brushed his hair out of his face. He wasn’t use to that sort of contact, yet he strangely found pleasure in it. Even through the gloves, Leo could feel the warm of his hand. That gentle touch as he wiped away his tears.