[ He finally lets go of her shoulder and hand if only so that he could walk around in a semi-circle. His hands are held in front of him, clenching them into fists, as he mutters the word "how" every so often.
Vincent pauses and winces at the idea of Claudia swallowing that mess. His shoulders involuntarily shudder as he takes a second to look disgusted. However, it isn't so much of the act as much as her derangement that horrifies him.
He can, at least, chuckle at her telling him that she died in the process. ]
In the end, she wasn't able to meet her god. I suppose that is a consolation prize for everything that has been done. [ Running a hand through his hair, he twists his fingers in the strands. ] But what will come next -- I can't imagine.
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[ He finally lets go of her shoulder and hand if only so that he could walk around in a semi-circle. His hands are held in front of him, clenching them into fists, as he mutters the word "how" every so often.
Vincent pauses and winces at the idea of Claudia swallowing that mess. His shoulders involuntarily shudder as he takes a second to look disgusted. However, it isn't so much of the act as much as her derangement that horrifies him.
He can, at least, chuckle at her telling him that she died in the process. ]
In the end, she wasn't able to meet her god. I suppose that is a consolation prize for everything that has been done. [ Running a hand through his hair, he twists his fingers in the strands. ] But what will come next -- I can't imagine.