If someone finds something likable about me, I'm going to ask what they're trying to sell. [ Vincent is self-aware of all his flaws and mannerisms. He lightly scratches his forehead as he dismisses the idea of someone liking him. The very idea makes his skin crawl. ] Oh, you want me to explain more? About numbers or religion?

[ His face scrunches up in confusion at the idea that it would be frightening to encounter him. ] It's best to consider Valtiel as a governing angel. There's nothing frightening about him. [ Involuntarily, he rests his palm against one eye, pressing his glasses against his face. He remembers the fear he felt when he came to this Etraya; he thought God had descended and awaited judgement. But that isn't Valtiel. His hand drops away. ]

It could, yes, but thankfully, I'm a pathetic man who people would find tiresome to hate. They'll come to the unfortunate realization that it's pointless to hate me. [ He flicks his hand to the side. ] Killing me is even more of a waste of everyone's time. It wouldn't even be enjoyable. [ And he bites a chip in half. ]