[pain makes the reply raspy, but no less harsh. he speaks practically on instinct, barely aware of the words slipping out of his mouth until he hears them for himself. it's more petulance than pride right now.
even so, he doesn't make any actual attempts to continue speaking, nor does he bat Kit's hand away. the agony he's currently suffering through is a ready excuse, albeit one he's not coherent enough to even contemplate at the moment. it felt as if someone were attempting to drill a hole straight through his skull, throbbing hurt radiating out from its central location. always the same spot, even now.
he'd won, though. he'd bested whatever stupidity they'd unwittingly found themselves ensnared in. the promise of being able to revel in that victory alone was enough to make Vincent certain that he could (and would) ride this out.
in the meantime...it was good to know someone was with him.]
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[pain makes the reply raspy, but no less harsh. he speaks practically on instinct, barely aware of the words slipping out of his mouth until he hears them for himself. it's more petulance than pride right now.
even so, he doesn't make any actual attempts to continue speaking, nor does he bat Kit's hand away. the agony he's currently suffering through is a ready excuse, albeit one he's not coherent enough to even contemplate at the moment. it felt as if someone were attempting to drill a hole straight through his skull, throbbing hurt radiating out from its central location. always the same spot, even now.
he'd won, though. he'd bested whatever stupidity they'd unwittingly found themselves ensnared in. the promise of being able to revel in that victory alone was enough to make Vincent certain that he could (and would) ride this out.
in the meantime...it was good to know someone was with him.]