"Maybe," Vincent allows. "I'm sure if she had, I would have followed her, if I had the chance."
He knows that much about himself. But that depends on a whole other series of events that didn't happen. Knowing where Lucrecia went, when she might have left him behind as to not cause more pain.
Vincent lets out a sigh. The what ifs. He tries not to think too much about them, but he'd be lying to himself to say he never had. And there was no hiding from Sephiroth. As this conversation continued, the old feelings were surfacing. The love and grief; the latter swells so much that, had their bond been even stronger than it becomes, it might have taken one's breath away.
Even if the gunslinger's features don't seem to do much more than grow sad, a little tighter. And... the guilt.
"...No. Not even before she made the choice to subject her child to the experiments." Her research, the obsession, Lucrecia's own grief and guilt that had probably been amplified by the presence of her mentor's son.
"... There was always something. I blinded myself to it. I was... infatuated." A little disgust colors his voice. At himself. He looks directly at Sephiroth, bringing his voice- if not his emotions- back under control.
"That hidden copy of her neural data let me know this. She hadn't wanted any of this to happen the way it did. But... she couldn't bear it or the cruelty. That isn't fair to you. My own choices weren't fair to you. But it can't be undone."
His gaze lowers. He looks tired, but is that any surprise with the emotional turmoil?
"...I don't know if it would be a good or bad thing to meet her." And he knows it's unlikely to be pleasant to see Lucrecia. Even as she is during the youth's time. "But I hope one day you get that opportunity to choose whether to do so." Ruby eyes lift again to look at the framed portrait. "That picture is all I can offer that I haven't already."
His memories of Lucrecia Crescent. He's already shared the location of the cave. Unless he somehow finds a way to return to Sephiroth's timeline, what else can he offer on the matter?
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Date: 2025-01-09 01:21 am (UTC)He knows that much about himself. But that depends on a whole other series of events that didn't happen. Knowing where Lucrecia went, when she might have left him behind as to not cause more pain.
Vincent lets out a sigh. The what ifs. He tries not to think too much about them, but he'd be lying to himself to say he never had. And there was no hiding from Sephiroth. As this conversation continued, the old feelings were surfacing. The love and grief; the latter swells so much that, had their bond been even stronger than it becomes, it might have taken one's breath away.
Even if the gunslinger's features don't seem to do much more than grow sad, a little tighter. And... the guilt.
"...No. Not even before she made the choice to subject her child to the experiments." Her research, the obsession, Lucrecia's own grief and guilt that had probably been amplified by the presence of her mentor's son.
"... There was always something. I blinded myself to it. I was... infatuated." A little disgust colors his voice. At himself. He looks directly at Sephiroth, bringing his voice- if not his emotions- back under control.
"That hidden copy of her neural data let me know this. She hadn't wanted any of this to happen the way it did. But... she couldn't bear it or the cruelty. That isn't fair to you. My own choices weren't fair to you. But it can't be undone."
His gaze lowers. He looks tired, but is that any surprise with the emotional turmoil?
"...I don't know if it would be a good or bad thing to meet her." And he knows it's unlikely to be pleasant to see Lucrecia. Even as she is during the youth's time. "But I hope one day you get that opportunity to choose whether to do so." Ruby eyes lift again to look at the framed portrait. "That picture is all I can offer that I haven't already."
His memories of Lucrecia Crescent. He's already shared the location of the cave. Unless he somehow finds a way to return to Sephiroth's timeline, what else can he offer on the matter?