[his eyes jump away from Kit to the empty room as he speaks, seeking out some sign of their stalker in the unchanged landscape. in the moment he couldn't say if it was trust or apathy that kept him from watching his companion's struggles more intently, although he knows which answer he'd choose if questioned on it.
had it really changed nothing? all that effort, the concentration of their spirits, had it really made as much of an impact as the tendrils of smoke still curling around them? Vincent had at least anticipated a more violent assault in anger at their attempts to thwart this thing, but even that seemed to have failed.]
Such that they are.
[his voice is distracted, irritation and anger high in his tone even as he continues to scour their surroundings. demons and apparitions would at least manifest in the stories, to gloat if nothing else. as he glances back at Kit briefly and catches sight of the blood running from his mouth, he feels his own blood begin to boil again.]
If that's what it wants, it's going to need more than a few measly headaches to take them!
[he's not even holding onto the ofuda as he raises his voice to challenge the void. their little talisman is temporarily forgotten in his rising urge to fight this goddamn thing once and for all. a hand braces against the floor in anticipation for the oncoming price of his words, but he has no intention of bowing or taking them back.
if it bothered this presence so much, let it come.]
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had it really changed nothing? all that effort, the concentration of their spirits, had it really made as much of an impact as the tendrils of smoke still curling around them? Vincent had at least anticipated a more violent assault in anger at their attempts to thwart this thing, but even that seemed to have failed.]
Such that they are.
[his voice is distracted, irritation and anger high in his tone even as he continues to scour their surroundings. demons and apparitions would at least manifest in the stories, to gloat if nothing else. as he glances back at Kit briefly and catches sight of the blood running from his mouth, he feels his own blood begin to boil again.]
If that's what it wants, it's going to need more than a few measly headaches to take them!
[he's not even holding onto the ofuda as he raises his voice to challenge the void. their little talisman is temporarily forgotten in his rising urge to fight this goddamn thing once and for all. a hand braces against the floor in anticipation for the oncoming price of his words, but he has no intention of bowing or taking them back.
if it bothered this presence so much, let it come.]