[ He is still in his own world, but some of Vincent's words register: guilt, suffering, destruction... ]
Sir Kevin.
[ he says automatically. He is confused. How does this man know him?
So distracted is he by these questions, he fails to notice the lessening of pain and the warmth suffusing through his body at Vincent's touch, at least not consciously. On an unconscious level he must, for he doesn't pull his hand away. ]
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[ He is still in his own world, but some of Vincent's words register: guilt, suffering, destruction... ]
Sir Kevin.
[ he says automatically. He is confused. How does this man know him?
So distracted is he by these questions, he fails to notice the lessening of pain and the warmth suffusing through his body at Vincent's touch, at least not consciously. On an unconscious level he must, for he doesn't pull his hand away. ]
Who are you?