Vinzent’s waiting for Jagal to speak again, until the end. Despite everything, he does try to be at least courteous in manners.
At the nod that Vinzent nearly missed, he still looked at the man to pay attention, because that was getting difficult to follow along someone who’s barely awake.
Roadie 🪶Jack “Died, I guess.” The librarians wouldn’t want him sitting there rotting, after all.
… Yes? He hesitantly nodded at this, looking quite confused. If Jack meant the ghosts, then… Yes. But… Ah, Vinzent’s probably overthinking this.
Roadie 🪶Jack His gaze drifted to the clear plastic “PERSONAL EFFECTS” sack slouched against the wall. For all the things surely still inside the pockets and satchel, there weren’t any visible books. His eyes lost focus without turning elsewhere.
Just leaving her behind again, huh? What a piece of sh-t.
Vinzent couldn’t help but follow Jagal’s gaze to where it was. Noticing that there weren’t any visible books, he wondered if he could take a look for the other man, but… That felt wrong. Even if he’d ask politely, that. Felt. Wrong.
… Has his snooping around in the library towards about a certain someone haunted him since then? Even if he wanted to get back at her for being so obnoxious and hypocritical initially back then, the consequences weren’t nice at all. In fact, he just wanted to talk after trying to genuinely understand what was her deal. But he made it worse, which makes him feel still awful about this incident. And he knows he's at fault for this one, no matter how much justification Vinzent can try to muster up. And then…
Ugh.
Uuuuurrrggggh…
Vinzent honestly didn’t want to think about her ever again, she’s as good as gone.
In any case. Perhaps it is best to ignore these memories, so Vinzent can try to help Jagal instead, but first… A question. Just to make sure.
“Would you like to take a look in your bag? I can pick it up and get it closer to you.” An offer, at least. We never know. And hey, he won’t look inside without Jagal’s permission.
