[Vincent answered the guilt of his transformation by his usual method -- to sleep, the pay for his sins against those he harmed. True, it was out of his control, but it was still him. Vincent Valentine could not aid, he could only hurt.
When the lid of his coffin is wrenched off, Vincent's eyes open and he breathes in deeply, brows knitted as he gazes up at Sephiroth.
Awake.
Slowly, he sits up and blinks blearily.]
...Sephiroth.
[His words are hesitant, unsure.
He'd been tasked to ask for forgiveness, and there is only one person he could think of to ask. Yet... how could Vincent ask for that? For all that is true, and could be true.]
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When the lid of his coffin is wrenched off, Vincent's eyes open and he breathes in deeply, brows knitted as he gazes up at Sephiroth.
Awake.
Slowly, he sits up and blinks blearily.]
...Sephiroth.
[His words are hesitant, unsure.
He'd been tasked to ask for forgiveness, and there is only one person he could think of to ask. Yet... how could Vincent ask for that? For all that is true, and could be true.]