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The glimmer eyes began to form small droplets of pure sorrow, perhaps for the first time in a long time - at least since her beloved Leviathan died. A rare moment of appearing more humane and caring, beneath the depths of the outer layers of paranoia. Her head bowed down, almost hiding it by glaring at the ground, murmuring to him as the small droplets fell.
"I tried to stop you walking down this path - ... It was all too familiar, my dear. I did not want anyone else making the same mistake as I. "
During the moment of questioning, even she could not properly figure out why she was here - despite the answers given by the Watcher. It didn't quite add up. Trying to process it was oddly disorientating.
"I... I truly do not know... I was pulled in here when I was... preparing to see if I could help assess the scenario in Newcastle... I - ... That entity within you - it took me... - How can I help? I don't... possess the answers. Vincent, dear friend, I fear that this is the last time I may see you ever again. "
Her head slowly gazed up to stare at him once more, the streams running and glistening in what little light was provided from the environment. Begrudgingly, she listened to his request - where he once more wished to push her away, stuttering out, her tone dropped furher from the sorrow,
There was truly confliction aroused within. The last time she left him alone, the Order killed him. That lingering regret had always remained in the back of the mind, sheer guilt. Closing her eyes, the tears still ran, squeezing his palm in return. But, it was his request - possibly his final one. It had to be considered out of respect for the one she held deep rooted care for, an individual that shared many similarities to her that no one else in the Sector did. Creasing a pained smile, she took on his word.
