[the things that he'd seen in those visions had been as frightening as death was to Kit, but that didn't mean that common sense had completely vanished in the face of that. Vincent knows instinctively that even if such things were possible in a world like this, he could never hold those experiences and still remain as he was. something was bound to shatter - his own personality and those 'memories' were both too intense.
and since he was still perfectly himself...well, it stood to reason. whatever those visions had implied to the contrary, there was no way there was a genuine visceral connection between its actors and himself. Kit must know that as well; the only reason he was implying otherwise was to try and wheedle a more intimate connection between himself and his lyrics out of him.]
You wouldn't be hesitating at all if it were true.
[that, at least, he could say for sure. the boy he'd seen (been, briefly) had a presence like no other. there could be no mistaking him.]
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[the things that he'd seen in those visions had been as frightening as death was to Kit, but that didn't mean that common sense had completely vanished in the face of that. Vincent knows instinctively that even if such things were possible in a world like this, he could never hold those experiences and still remain as he was. something was bound to shatter - his own personality and those 'memories' were both too intense.
and since he was still perfectly himself...well, it stood to reason. whatever those visions had implied to the contrary, there was no way there was a genuine visceral connection between its actors and himself. Kit must know that as well; the only reason he was implying otherwise was to try and wheedle a more intimate connection between himself and his lyrics out of him.]
You wouldn't be hesitating at all if it were true.
[that, at least, he could say for sure. the boy he'd seen (been, briefly) had a presence like no other. there could be no mistaking him.]