Luck had little to do with it.

[Choosing to accept the offered seat, Kit lowered himself down upon the bench next to Vincent, taking up no more space than that which was made available.

He was grateful for being able to get off his feet. The brief period of sleepless rest he'd had earlier had eased the majority of his bodily aches, but after having climbed those stairs again and exerting still-strained parts of himself, he'd felt exhaustion return almost ten fold.]

I'm confident that if you'd truly wanted to do me harm, you wouldn't have stopped when you did.

[The same could be said for him, really. If he'd truly wanted to run Vincent into the ground...he'd had all the opportunity he required to pull it off. He simply hadn't wanted to. Utilizing tools and tricks in order to win was one thing, but relying on accidents was another. He had his pride. He didn't wish for any victory to be a fluke, whether or not it was his.

Speaking of their fall, however...

Kit's glance wandered away from the door and back to his lounging companion.]

My skull is fine. If you recall, I wasn't the one who was bleeding everywhere.