[The instincts of his old body kick in when the earth trembles beneath his feet. Vincent loses the proper stance of a gentleman and shifts into something more coiled, gloved fingers flexing but not quite reaching for the blade hitched to his back.]
What calls you here—
[He glances up at a flickering lamppost overhead, casting paroxysms of light and shadow across their features as the ground groans in protest.]
—stirs. I wonder if it’s you or I that happens to be doing the waking.
[He shoots a glance down the street, to see the reactions of the people of this city. That would be telling enough.]
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What calls you here—
[He glances up at a flickering lamppost overhead, casting paroxysms of light and shadow across their features as the ground groans in protest.]
—stirs. I wonder if it’s you or I that happens to be doing the waking.
[He shoots a glance down the street, to see the reactions of the people of this city. That would be telling enough.]