[Barnabas watches Vincent, undetectable by the man, as he continues to suspect and act as though the voice belongs to the behemoth. It is understandable, where else could the voice be coming from, if he did not know of Barnabas' odd little abilities.
What Vincent says, however, intrigues him. At least slightly. Another man of faith, though like as not following a false God, wishing for solace and solitude to perform his rights in peace. The dramatics are a little much, yet they are not off putting. No, there is something oddly familiar in how he acts, how...performative he is.]
I assume you will tell me.
[It is then that the behemoth's eyes shifts, looking directly at Vincent again with a blazing intensity, a breath escaping as it snarls--yet it stills once more. If some puppeteering is in order to continue this little game, then so be it.]
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What Vincent says, however, intrigues him. At least slightly. Another man of faith, though like as not following a false God, wishing for solace and solitude to perform his rights in peace. The dramatics are a little much, yet they are not off putting. No, there is something oddly familiar in how he acts, how...performative he is.]
I assume you will tell me.
[It is then that the behemoth's eyes shifts, looking directly at Vincent again with a blazing intensity, a breath escaping as it snarls--yet it stills once more. If some puppeteering is in order to continue this little game, then so be it.]