[There is actually a reaction from Barnabas this time. Nothing big or eventful, really, but his eyebrows to shift skyward as Vincent descends to his knees with a solid and painful landing. He offers him no help, why would he? Instead, he just watches this mess of a man continue to prove how pathetic and helpless he truly is. Pitiful in ways that might surprise some, but does not fully surprise Barnabas.
Mankind is wretched, and the depths of how pitiful and frail it can be proves fathomless. That Vincent was able to make it this far puts him above some, but that is no different than saying a rodent stands tall over an insect. Nothing overly impressive, especially with how his little jog has left him in such a state. Was this man truly so out of shape?
At being gesturedβdirected, reallyβto literally condescend, Barnabas refuses and stays right where he is. He heard the man bellowing his complaints at his behemoth, winded though he may be at the moment, he need not be closer to hear what he has to say.]
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Mankind is wretched, and the depths of how pitiful and frail it can be proves fathomless. That Vincent was able to make it this far puts him above some, but that is no different than saying a rodent stands tall over an insect. Nothing overly impressive, especially with how his little jog has left him in such a state. Was this man truly so out of shape?
At being gesturedβdirected, reallyβto literally condescend, Barnabas refuses and stays right where he is. He heard the man bellowing his complaints at his behemoth, winded though he may be at the moment, he need not be closer to hear what he has to say.]
Speak, and I shall hear you.
[He is not getting closer to you, Vincent.]