[ Crossing his arms, he stares up at the beast in appreciation. It seems like that is the best argument that he can make about his wanting to find housing here.
To bring Silent Hill, it's too complicated a situation. If his god is not present, it is just an empty town; it would hurt too much to see. If he brought his church, he would shut the doors to keep anyone from entering. But he knows people would - he fears being called deranged or insane once they witness what is inside.
His chin lifts as he's told that the matter will be discussed once he crosses the bridge. He turns and shifts to start to take his step - before realizing that he hasn't been talking to the behemoth.
Vincent doesn't have the luxury to look around to see who he might have been talking to, however. He is clicking his tongue as he breaks out into a sprint to run across the bridge. Oh, how he loathes this - furthermore, it's a mad dash without even prepping himself. A sharp pain runs up the back of his legs as he runs. It leads to his thoughts being crystal clear, however.
Perhaps, he does lust for death because he has words to say to the one who played him for a fool. They burn in the back of his throat; his lungs feeling the same fire of them. If he has breath left after he's crossed the distance - oh!! He will be heard! ]
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[ Crossing his arms, he stares up at the beast in appreciation. It seems like that is the best argument that he can make about his wanting to find housing here.
To bring Silent Hill, it's too complicated a situation. If his god is not present, it is just an empty town; it would hurt too much to see. If he brought his church, he would shut the doors to keep anyone from entering. But he knows people would - he fears being called deranged or insane once they witness what is inside.
His chin lifts as he's told that the matter will be discussed once he crosses the bridge. He turns and shifts to start to take his step - before realizing that he hasn't been talking to the behemoth.
Vincent doesn't have the luxury to look around to see who he might have been talking to, however. He is clicking his tongue as he breaks out into a sprint to run across the bridge. Oh, how he loathes this - furthermore, it's a mad dash without even prepping himself. A sharp pain runs up the back of his legs as he runs. It leads to his thoughts being crystal clear, however.
Perhaps, he does lust for death because he has words to say to the one who played him for a fool. They burn in the back of his throat; his lungs feeling the same fire of them. If he has breath left after he's crossed the distance - oh!! He will be heard! ]