[The door opens slowly, and Vincent fills its space easily, being well over six feet. He gazes down at Minato, a mixed look in his eyes. Hesitance, some regret. Mostly because he still feels guilty for not being able to control himself during those games.
Vincent closes his eyes and steps back, nodding for Minato come inside.
The entire room is utterly plain and devoid of any personal touch. Yet, in the bedroom is the coffin, waiting and closed. Large enough for Vincent, and exquisitely cushioned on its inside with a comfortable pillow.
Vincent says absolutely nothing. No "come in" or anything of the sort. Just a gesture and that's it.]
i will never regret it
Vincent closes his eyes and steps back, nodding for Minato come inside.
The entire room is utterly plain and devoid of any personal touch. Yet, in the bedroom is the coffin, waiting and closed. Large enough for Vincent, and exquisitely cushioned on its inside with a comfortable pillow.
Vincent says absolutely nothing. No "come in" or anything of the sort. Just a gesture and that's it.]