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[nerine]

It gets... Testy.

[An understatement. Her facial expression also becomes more somber and serious.]

But it keeps me alive whether I like it or not.

[bloodvials]

Can you...ah, tell me what manner of being it is? For lack of a better word.

[He had felt it before, of course. It felt... similar to himself, yet far different in many ways. He isn't sure if he should be worried (the human part of him tells him to be worried) or ambivalent. Or simply curious. Perhaps he could make up his mind if he knew more.]

[nerine]

[Monts frowns and rubs the back of her neck, trying to find the words that could describe the mark accurately.]

It's like... Having a spider under your skin. Or on other days, like a thin snake that travels under the skin and can increase in size if it wishes.

Not that I let it you know. That isn't good.

[bloodvials]

...and what happens if you do?

[nerine]

Well...

I simply am not myself. Or I hope that's what it is.

[Because with every passing day, the creature and her slowly merge into one being. She feels it in her bones and in her veins. They remain separate entities for now, but in the future...]

[bloodvials]

[He hesitates, but only briefly. He feels in some small way (a large way?) he can relate, but it's difficult to reconcile the change within him so readily -- especially when it had been done twice over, and in a small window of a few days' time.

Being somewhat human now (or at least very human-shaped), he's honestly not sure what to think about it. Should he grieve what he's lost? He hadn't given such sentiments any thoughts at all, but now the questions and uncertainties flood back to him, like a dam breaking.]

Then perhaps we share that much in common. I am not completely what I once was, either.

[nerine]

... Hm.

[She stands up her seat to lean forward to examine him closely. It's unnerving in a way, probably because of the creature that permeates her being, and because she's getting up in his space.]

... And you don't seem particularly murderous. I mean, guns or not.

[bloodvials]

[And Vincent leans back, not expecting her to come in so close. His fork clinks against his plate as he stares at her, not sure how he should feel.

Awkward, for certain. Before his stint in Yharnam, it was rare for his personal space to be invaded in such a way, and so thoughtlessly at that. But he also does feel the presence of the creature underneath her skin; the closeness is... strange. Unnerving, but oddly familiar.]

As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. [He strains a smile.] I was what was called a Hunter, once. We felled beasts that had once been human, but transformed because of a hideous plague that swept through the streets. It was not a... ah, pleasant experience. The longest night of my life.

[nerine]

That sure sounds like a crazy Friday to me.

[Monts sits down, folding her arms across the table after making that jest.]

So it was a plague making monsters, and not monsters finding them... Well, in my case, mine found me.

[bloodvials]

It wasn't only a plague. [There were the Great Ones, who had been the start of it all to begin with. But he's rather curious about her own explanations, and instead of divulging further, he merely asks:]

How did it find you?

[nerine]

Mm... Let me correct myself. We found each other.

[Monts pokes at her pie with her fork, looking contemplative.]

... In a cave. Somewhere on a beach. I was little, so I wouldn't have known any better.

[bloodvials]

And what happened after you... ah, met?

[Nothing good, he wants to say. But he leashes his tongue.]

[nerine]

To put it bluntly we share my body. It's not an ideal state of being, but considering I'm alive and still myself to an extent I'd say I turned out fine.

[bloodvials]

[Vincent's a little confused now, getting mixed signals from all of this.]

So... you don't mind sharing a body with such a creature? Or you merely tolerate it?

[nerine]

[She's almost always disturbingly nonchalant, so it does it give off mixed signals. ]

I would say resigned. Tolerate is a good way to put it too.

[bloodvials]

[Vincent, who's been through countless horrors in the past night, can only see that as... sorrowful. Its own form of imprisonment, maddeningly inescapable. And her resignation to her fate only seems to accentuate this in his eyes.]

I'm sorry. It must be terrible.

[nerine]

Oh, it's nothing to be sorry about. Life just throws curveballs at you that way!

[Monts smiles brightly at Vincent.]

And you just need to learn to catch as many as you can.

[bloodvials]

Curve... balls?

[What's a curveball.]

You're oddly cheery for someone in your situation. Or do people mention that to you all the time?

[nerine]

Oh, I definitely get that all the time. Being cheery helps diffuse a lot of situations, believe it or not.

[bloodvials]

Perhaps so. [A clear pause, and his fork clinks against his plate once more.] Though I imagine, depending upon the trials you've set yourself upon, you're allowed to feel more than just "cheery". One deserves a few negative emotions, after awhile.

[nerine]

[What he says gives her pause. Her "trials" were...

Another frown. It's rather unbecoming of one such as Monts because showing any negativity revealed too much about herself, at least in her opinion.]

Even if I deserve them, I don't really want them.

[Every once and a while, there's that bile that surfaces when she remembers that sensation of dying and being dead, but then being pulled backwards into life again.

To say she's bitter is probably the least of it.]

But that's neither here nor there. What do you think you're going to do once you step outside our door?

[bloodvials]

[He would have more to say on the matter, if not for the fact that Vincent quietly reminds himself that it really isn't any of his business. He's only just met the girl.]

Ah... [He glances over his shoulder, looking back at the door that brought him here. Uncertainty practically radiates off of him.] I wish I could say for certain. I only know that this is not my body -- or at least, not my body any more -- and going back into the world as I am now will be strange. Yet familiar at the same time. Does that make sense to you?

[nerine]

[Monts purses her lips and then waves her hand, trying to gesture to show that... Kinda? This is confusing!]

You're losing me here Vincent, not gonna lie. You are and aren't yourself?

[bloodvials]

[He looks at her, chewing as his bottom lip without realizing it. Suddenly he's unsure if he should say anything, that human doubt creeping back into his stomach as if he hadn't lost it in the first place.]

That is, I mean to say... [He clears his throat.] I was human not that long ago, back in Yharnam. And Yharnam was the same place I lost that humanity, giving it up for... something more. Unexplainable. Eldritch, some would say.

[For some reason, all of that sounds like a swath of Bad Decisions made in a single night, when he says it all out loud.]

And that's what I'm supposed to be, now. Until I awoke again, in my old body, and found this place. And I'm not sure... which one is right, not any longer. I feel caught between two worlds, two realities.

[nerine]

[Monts crosses her arms and furrows her brows.]

... Guess we won't be much help in that regard. When you leave you'll go back to the place you entered from.

I'm not sure what that says about what your form will be like when you return.