#sentineloftheunderworld

It took Rufus a moment to ungrit his teeth, so he just glared at Vincent as he held his hand to his chest. With a harsh breath he revealed the appendage to the gunner, his finger at an upsetting angle.

"I'm not sure if that's better or worse than a break." He looked at his own distended finger, his nausea manifesting as a slight frown. "Not how I wanted to spend this afternoon, but since it's my trigger finger, getting it seen sooner rather than later would be for the best."

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“It has been my experience that even the worst of scars cannot entirely rid you of all feeling. They may alter it from that point forward, yet still there is something. Whether the scars heighten the sensitivity or dull it to almost nothing or twist it to something almost unrecognizable to you.”

Indeed, what pain they both had endured over the years. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. How often he has made similar statements to himself, only to remain ever aware of it as a lie meant to soothe the very pain, the very horror, the very guilt he claims not to feel.

“If ever one did possess the ability to feel, I do not believe that anything can remove it entirely. It is both the blessing and the curse of living, of existence. In whatever state it might be, Valentine, we do both exist even still.”

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“Who are you cautioning, Valentine? Me or yourself?” Tseng questions, looking at his old [ chronologically, at least ] mentor with equal parts consternation and sadness, muddled and muted by that aloof nature that ever seems to keep him just beyond reach, beyond understanding, beyond knowing––but all tangled up and inseparable from the anger that roils just beneath the surface, the betrayal.

“Do you know how long we searched for you? For you to have––what?––locked yourself away?”

I thought that I understood you better than that.

I thought that you were better than that.

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That was a good question, one she wasn't entirely sure she had an actual answer for, she had employed various tactics, mostly with help of Marlene, but Vincent always seemed mostly unphased by any of it. "Honestly… the day I figure out I've actually managed to really annoy him with something, I'll let you know."

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"Are you really, seriously asking me this?" Of course, he was, Natasha sighed, her eyes rolling, "I prefer to write with a pen that works. So my least favorite would be a pen that doesn't work. Next question."

"The horror." His flat delivery is spoiled by his smirk. Seeing Vincent like this was a treat. "If they're going to be the best, they have to learn from the best," he reasoned. "I'm certain they're more afraid of you than you are of them, but by all means, don't go." He chuckled and spread his legs a little. "I'm developing a problem that I believe you're uniquely qualified to handle."

One fine eyebrow arches as Vincent, who is not a small man by any standard, hides under his table. "Is Tseng trying to put you to work again?" he inquires amusedly. "Careful, stay under there too long and I might put you to work."

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@sentineloftheunderworld left a message: “Stay here with me tonight.”

Brows furrow at the question, head tilting slightly but enough that loose strands of red and white shift over her shoulder. She's quiet, studying her former mentor for a moment, he looks tired. This is one of the many reasons she doesn't look at him too closely, she makes jokes about him being old and calls him an old man even, but she doesn't want to see it in truth. It's just something to laugh about, and yet it isn't. Vincent is old, and he's worn, and yes, grumpy as hell a lot of the time, but he's earned that right.

"Where else am I going to go?" She's sure he means to stay at the Valentine Estate, which she had been, and she had lost track of how long that had been. Natasha supposes she could leave and maybe that's Vincent's deal, he's concerned she will just go off on her own and leave him behind…

Oh.