There was a slight hint of a laugh in his voice, and in the way his mouth turned up at the corners. He wasn't going to show off, not here, especially when he doesn't have any idea what others may do, but he also can't hide it either. He presses a hand against his forearm and sighs, the materia he had there gone still.
Kadaj stays silent for a moment and then chuckles, shaking his head. The point he understood. He did release geostigma on children. He used that connection to turn them into tools to help block off a section of Edge just to check a possibility. He knows that this place was not Edge. It was closed off and cramped and too full.
"There's no reason for it," he finally replied, giving a little laugh. "No Mother, no one waiting for Her. I would only use it if I have no choice."
"Choices are for real people," he snaps that, well aware that even if Sephiroth is here in the flesh, there is always a part of him that wasn't considered real. But. A thought blooms unhindered. The Turk was talking to him like he expects Kadaj to make his own choice. Like a real person.
"I don't know the answer to that," Vincent admits. It's not with any maliciousness he speaks; blunt, honest truth is probably better than false hope. But he's not finished.
"A year ago, I wouldn't have thought it was possible." A year, maybe a little more. Whenever he'd first encountered the Remnants' existence up until their demise. Pacing a little further, the gunman then stops and turns to face Kadaj completely.
"I think the question you should be asking is whether you want to find out if it's possible."
His sigh was shaky, soft. He didn't know the answers but he had been hoping to hear someone might have a few. Still, it was comforting to hear that maybe he didn't need someone else to have answers for him. Maybe that was something he should do himself.
Nodding once, he accepted that, and made an offering of his own. "Fine. I promise to not release it of my own free will."
Because things happen and he cannot always take the blame when someone else may move their hand while he is powerless.
Should? And more importantly because of this chance Kadaj has been given, could. But what Vincent has said is enough for now. The taller man's gaze will linger momentarily, assessing. He finally nods. The former Turk's gaze lowers to his holstered weapon. It remains that way but he lefts his hover near Cerberus's charm; more than a decoration or his Warden Item, it is where the weapon's singular materia slot resides. And soon the green sphere that had been slotted inside appears.
"I'll let you borrow this." Vincent holds it out to Kadaj. It's clear this isn't a permanent thing, likely as long as they are caught in these particular circumstances. But it's still a significant gesture.
A low level Thunder materia. But it's surely better than nothing.
Kadaj stared for a moment at his hand, tensing slightly when Vincent reached for his weapon. He didn't expect the appearance of the materia, or that the Turk was willing to hold it out to him. 'Borrow' he said, and he knew that meant it was for only as long as they were here, but still the offer was surprising.
He takes it and holds it up, feeling the thrum of power inside the orb, feeling too the Lifestream that it came from. Then he smiled as he pressed it against his arm and the blackness that was his body now surrounded it and pulled it into his body.
Vincent has seen many things in his life, horrible and wonderful. And so his expression remains unchanged as he witnesses Kadaj's body absorb the materia.
Well, not like Vincent doesn't have one hidden in his body. Who's he to judge whether this is a disconcerting thing?
"Mm." A nod. Borrow, yes. But other than that hidden meaning, the offering seems to be given in the same vein as an olive branch. He asked Kadaj not to use something that would give the Remnant an extreme advantage.
And in return, offered a substitute to fall back on.
Vincent turns on his heel and begins retracing his steps. The conversation, it appears, is at an end; unless there is something else Kadaj wishes to say.
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There was a slight hint of a laugh in his voice, and in the way his mouth turned up at the corners. He wasn't going to show off, not here, especially when he doesn't have any idea what others may do, but he also can't hide it either. He presses a hand against his forearm and sighs, the materia he had there gone still.
"Scared?"
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Concerned about, yes. Perhaps fear for others.
"I want you to promise me you won't do what you did to those children."
The water. The inky blackness.
"Don't release geostigma here. It's too dangerous."
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"There's no reason for it," he finally replied, giving a little laugh. "No Mother, no one waiting for Her. I would only use it if I have no choice."
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Vincent speaks quietly and this time, not simply because he doesn't want to be overheard. This is not a reprimand.
"I'd prefer you promise never to use that again. Not just because there was no reason for it."
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"I can be real, now. Right?"
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"A year ago, I wouldn't have thought it was possible." A year, maybe a little more. Whenever he'd first encountered the Remnants' existence up until their demise. Pacing a little further, the gunman then stops and turns to face Kadaj completely.
"I think the question you should be asking is whether you want to find out if it's possible."
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Nodding once, he accepted that, and made an offering of his own. "Fine. I promise to not release it of my own free will."
Because things happen and he cannot always take the blame when someone else may move their hand while he is powerless.
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"I'll let you borrow this." Vincent holds it out to Kadaj. It's clear this isn't a permanent thing, likely as long as they are caught in these particular circumstances. But it's still a significant gesture.
A low level Thunder materia. But it's surely better than nothing.
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He takes it and holds it up, feeling the thrum of power inside the orb, feeling too the Lifestream that it came from. Then he smiled as he pressed it against his arm and the blackness that was his body now surrounded it and pulled it into his body.
"Thanks. I'll give it back when the time comes."
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Well, not like Vincent doesn't have one hidden in his body. Who's he to judge whether this is a disconcerting thing?
"Mm." A nod. Borrow, yes. But other than that hidden meaning, the offering seems to be given in the same vein as an olive branch. He asked Kadaj not to use something that would give the Remnant an extreme advantage.
And in return, offered a substitute to fall back on.
Vincent turns on his heel and begins retracing his steps. The conversation, it appears, is at an end; unless there is something else Kadaj wishes to say.