Darkness encroached the two. Caliban's presence was nothing more than an afterthought to Raven. He sat on his knees, gazing at the two from beyond the the dying light that now shined only on Raven and Vincent. They could never see time as he did. Stuck in a singular moment without ever realizing it. Holding on for dear life yet unaware that months and even years have passed since the first second they have locked eyes on eachother.
But he knew. And yet neither anger or sorrow flared from his cracked visage. Time went on in the "real" world, with or without him. The same applied to her. And to Vincent in a way. Nothing made sense, because nothing was ever meant to make sense.
You cannot stay here forever. he stated, glancing over the technocrat. You will have to let go.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
