It was safe to say that save for a few people and only two conversations with some mirrored folks, Vinzent was really not around to chat. It wasn’t that he was hiding again, but he once again was wary of being too seen. Deep down, he knows he wasn’t a lost cause, but… Recent events did make him feel like one.
And honestly? He hoped that nobody tried to strike a conversation with his mirrored self. Vinzent… Never saw it himself but… If his past experiences were of any indications… He can’t say that he’d believe it’s all sunshine and shit.
Especially with what he has lived through. What if…
No. Don’t think about it. All he could hope was that nobody sought out his mirrored self. (And yet, the mirrored man already did call out to someone.)
… So as long as nobody get close to the mirrors.
… Vinzent could be found attempting to mine away at the walls, despite his horrible strength. With his sleeves rolled up, and hair put up in a lazy ponytail, Vinzent was focused to just get anything out of the wall, sometimes hitting it in frustration. … And on the rare times? It worked, some rocks were being chipped off more than he thought so. Maybe…. Maybe his anger (mostly directed at himself) was kinda helpful. But for how long? Honestly, if it was up to Vinzent, he’d go and destroy some more stuff in rage. But… How were people going to perceive him? He already fucked up a few times and those were quite bad fuck ups. So, why making it even more worse?
Instead, he looks like he’s just trying to take stuff off the wall with the pickaxe, with… Varying degrees of success. And he wasn’t… Too focused at the moment.
